Tech N9ne - Y'all Ain't Ready lyrics

Uh, y'all need to know Talking bout, move over in this hoe, it's going down These boys talking on the low What they need to know is I'm ready for em (I'm ready), I'm ready for em (I'm ready) Right now you're f**ing with a pro For years I had to flow so get ready for, get ready for Y'all ain't ready, ready, ready These boys talking on the low What they need to know is I'm ready for em (I'm ready), I'm ready for em (I'm ready) I got songs with Big Scoob, I did joints with Tech N9ne You ain't gotta think I'm a sick dude But you'll always gonna respect mine (for real) Ain't no need to check blind Cause as long as the check's signed I'ma k** it when I spit it And when I'm finished with it there isn't gonna be a next time A lot of local rappers, want to come up off my fame and success Like a heart attack it's k**ing me I feel it like a pain in my chest I no longer say I'm the best Old heads say I've been blessed Really ain't nothing to it I just do it with the music And you know I aim for success (and I get it) Say it with your chest, cause you know I'm still gon do me Keep that beef to yourself, cause it's not even industry Got people that's in the streets And they always look out for me From the north and the east and the west And you know I got some homies in the south for me Yeah, and I do it big, ain't nobody gonna do it bigger Long as I'm around I'ma ride for the town And I be running with some real k**ers Better mash this cause I'm sharp as a cactus Better yet like attack this k**ing these motherf**ers with my spitting, I'm really doing backflips These boys talking on the low What they need to know is I'm ready for em (I'm ready), I'm ready for em (I'm ready) Right now you're f**ing with a pro For years I had to flow so get ready for, get ready for Y'all ain't ready, ready, ready These boys talking on the low What they need to know is I'm ready for em (I'm ready), I'm ready for em (I'm ready) [Tech N9ne]: Steady, I get up on the track and tap it cuz I'm ready To get the party poppin' like I was confetti The way they be dissin' Tecca Nina be Pompeii n***as be wonderin' how did I become bready Cause somebody bought it, damn it them rappers you got is garbage People I never could acknowledge, prob it's Mourn like a motherf**in (?) With the K.O.Dly flow, nobody ever know where the bodies go (Which way did they go, which way did they go?) Did they go to heaven? I guess prolly NO Especially if they be trippin with me Suicide mission for thee, get your miss and ya see Nothin but Davy Jones locker n***a you rot with the fish in the sea You dont know me, you dont want it I can take a look and see that you dont want sh** So put the f**in lotion in the basket, if you don't then your ghost and in a casket Fight? I was hopin' you would ask it Put the knife to your throat then you can have it Your life is a joke and people laugh at it But I spit the flows that be elaborate Can't front on that, Tech N9ne k**in' everyone on rap I get better with every verse, or my gun on wacks Psychos know that I'm sick, my flows open yo' chick My foes hopin' I quit because their hoes so close to my dick