Song: They Ain't Ready
Artist: Spawn
Beat: They Ain't Ready
Producer: Rock It Productions
Lyrics: Spawn/Raekwon the Chef/ Cappadona
Written: 05-04-03
Recorded: 05-04-03
*Music Starts*

[Talk]

Yea...
Raekwon the Chef
Cappadonna
Kill this, man

[Verse 1: Raekwon the Chef]

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, whattup Lils
Murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang 
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter 
spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot....
Get yourself shot

[Chorus: Spawn]

They aint ready
They aint ready
They aint ready
They aint ready for us
They aint ready for us

[Verse 3: Spawn]

damn the tears are back
inside the bathroom rugs
drops of tears, missing the hugs knowin my face got roughed
and I'm too nice from the inside they say
I cant defend myself? throw your shots at my way
I try to avoid conflicts but battles are neccessary
cause a life without battles is empty,
and the rest is scary
dare me and I cut up flesh like swords
daily, I hide it, so I contradict my words
thats scary, cause judgin by this track
I'm a decent person from inside who attacks at mankind
for making me the way I am, brown, only smile to frown
they dont understand me, our signals are misunderstood
something special in me like a thunder wood
I would, give back what I owe to my parents
but I cant, not in a million years
sometimes I get mad cause of thier interference
now I realize, these friends and thier incoherence


[Chorus: Spawn]

They aint ready
They aint ready
They aint ready
They aint ready for us
They aint ready for us

[Talk]

Daytona 500
Yea...
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