Rod The Producer - Ready Fire lyrics

Intro: Welcome to Harlemville Capital city of Peace and Power planet Where the music is undeniable And it's Guava Season all year round Where groups undercounted arise very adept Hidden home of the legends We in here Verse 1: It's feeling like 1992 again Mt. Vernon in the building coming true with it - thunder Vision fallin like flurries Tryna have the best summers Wonder where the fire went Trust me the best coming Steady salute the homies Steady salute the fam I be pushing deeper This that back of the van This that knocking on lockers Quick to rock it raise your hands This that if you try to knock me down you lost 'cause ima stand Steady praying for wisdom Steady leanin on faith Steady hearing in paint Steady k**in them can'ts This that other folks can be scared of your power but you can't I fall back on my people when energy lookin faint PAPFam Climbing on my journey Yea I'm free now Never quit from learning I been empty but I'm free now Thankful for my story I been slave but I'm free now Focused on purpose And I'm tearing tyranny down Hook: Ready For whatever you throw at me Aim At the systems saying no to me Fire I ride for my village And I ride for my tribe Till the sunset get us Ay Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride Verse 2: Bullet holes in my soul from the fear Stitch them closed then I grow from the fear Switching flows I suppose I could steer Oral O's round my foes but I chose to adhere To a mission that I'm on You wishing I would front But my back is attached to a latch that lets me freely jump Check the transport I deliver frigid bars But I ain't in no truck, turn than jingle off I'm in the booth with my Jesus peace you can see the frost And feel the fire at the same time My ribbon's in the sky Ribbons in the sky Can you my love is my reply Black ops in the wilderness of rap and I'm a spy If you want some depth instead of d**h then I'm your guy Prolly think I lost my pebbles but the devil is a lie You ain't supposed to be a light to these kids down in the gutta Ignite a fire, inspire to see high beyond what covers Change the game (Hook) Verse 3: I am climbing defiant with a definition Rebel with a cause slaughter the devil's kitchen Where they cook oppression, embellish it with the hellish isms And Relish in ignance, and veil it in business Yea, tell your story young man You ain't the same Tell them the names that were stolen in this land Tell them the story that's redacted from history it's a sham Undistracted we react to our redaction with a blam Shooting back with all our actions never slacking not a chance God got our back we call that chiroprac advantages Chains falling, chains falling Metal to concrete Rose petals from concrete Let a petal meet my feet Unfatigued tire marks howling hit up in the street Lotteries, lotta beef, and a lotta bodies to beat Beat residue in my teeth, be hollering bout police Collard green with my speech Model pottery complete, sheesh Outro: Still dealing with drama from my teen years Past the skin, Beneath the surface like a spleen tear Tell me what was Beneatha's purpose, set the scene clear Alien possibilities, unseen yea When I was younger I hungered for thunder rumbling under footsteps Running footballs was a good step In the direction I wanted to head in Following those who came before May their memory never perish In their name I'll be rebellious For the Nats, Denmarks, and Harriets