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apolloeleven
Ready Or Not
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ready Or Not was released on January 3, 2020 by ONEGIANTLEAP Records as a part of the album 37212
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Album37212
Release DateJanuary 3, 2020
LabelONEGIANTLEAP Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
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Valence
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Energy
BPM123

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Rupert McIntosh
Rupert McIntosh
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Step on the gas, ain’t no way apollo’s coming in last
No need to be asked
Prince Phillip, pray that I never crash
Slide up the lane, stick the venom right back into my vein
Been holding off Jane, sad mood when she don’t hit the same
Money man, money man, money man
Stop taking pride out my pocket
Never in life will I profit, might as well work in an office
Childhood made up of computer screens and praying my life would become my dreams
Find me a friend for my self esteem
Until they rip out my soul, tearing right through the seams (fuck em!)
These feelings I’ve lost boy, that was only the starter (fuck em!)
This line that you crossed boy, now the knife’s getting sharper (fuck em!)
Cold blood like the frost boy, got no love for a barker (fuck em!)
Know what it’s gon cost boy, pay respect to the martyrs
And to go find my own way, I had to drop all my trust
Afraid all that’s left of me now’s outer shell and a husk
Head spins like the pits, but I know to be me it’s a must
They tell me I need to adjust, fuck all that noise, I would rather combust
Ready or not, here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, six feet deeper than the oldie who said I can’t have no fun
Wouldn’t live in a lie, I’m eye to eye with all of you A to Z motherfuckers
Flew out of the 415, now I gotta strive to get out of the gutter
You ready or not, cause here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, nine feet deeper than the oldie who said I can’t have no fun
Never lived in a lie, the end is nigh for all of you wannabe motherfuckers
Learned my lesson from 45, now the times arrived to wipe out all the clutter
Can’t stop, turning your back, flipping the facts
Your antics are wack, I won’t live my life listening to your flak
And I’d burn it all down just to hear that skull crack
I pray to God that he’ll forgive all my sins
Then go do what I must if it means imma win
Rocks is froze when I mix juice with the gin
Fuck a Xanax, that shit always goes in the bin
I hate being angry and cynical, but I know that there ain’t no real love
This world is becoming so pitiful, all the bullshit that’s spawned from above
Not my time to go speak about gov, though they think that they smooth as a glove
Not a fighter but I’ll guarantee, if you try to push me, better know imma shove
The truths in the racket, the racket’s the hatchet and I wanna bury them maggots
Like seeing them try to go crack it, start to claw like a struggling addict
I know my own path is to roam, always filling up the catacombs
Like Ciaran it’s straight off they dome
Cause no amount of chrome is gon bring it all home
Ready or not, here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, six feet deeper than the oldie who said I can’t have no fun
Wouldn’t live in a lie, I’m eye to eye with all of you A to Z motherfuckers
Flew out of the 415, now I gotta strive to get out of the gutter
You ready or not, cause here I come
This is the last time that your ass gon see the sun
Buried alive, nine feet deeper than the oldie who said I can’t have no fun
Never lived in a lie, the end is nigh for all of you wannabe motherfuckers
Learned my lesson from 45, now the times arrived to wipe out all the clutter
(Wipe out all the clutter)
Written by: Rupert McIntosh

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