Day Ain't Reade

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I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar

Live by the sword, you die by the sword

I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar

Live by the sword, you die by the sword

You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready, girl, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this

You ain't ready

I got rhythm, wrapped around my little finger

Sorry chump, no mad styles a dead ringer

No way to peck cause I got eons of methods you can't touch

And thank you very much, cutthroat

Your imitation is the greatest form of flattery

As you can see, undoubtedly I behouve the masses

Classes I tutor for a fee

I give chills multiplyin and I see

I get nice, splice, be it dawn, be it dusk

I terminate feeble peasants I don't trust

I simply pencil-whip, I scrape MC's like knees

I got some planets screamin: E's the beat!

You'd wanna give me the mic

For true, brah, I know how to handle it

My pockets are swoll', bare feet can't sandal it

At sixes and sevens, I'm callin spades a spade

You can't hold a stitch to my boots of suede

You ain't ready, I keep it simple, stupid, wait your turn

You ain't ready, much to be learned

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So predictable, damn, I slam pseudo psycho bitches

I'm diggin holes, then I'm diggin ditches

I look ahead so I don't fall behind

I'm icky-sticky, talkin short and fine

In my feet I walk a fret style camp

Tricks can't tramp, no, not in my path I park

I'm like a lyrical, lyrical, lyrical laxative

I run MC's fast asleep I walk in miles

And methods can't quit-it-it-i

I be the sound of poets on shit-it-it-i

Nobody move suckers, I see change

I'm into forties you drink estranged

I rearrange your range to oblivion

You walk in circles, I pyrric, back, back

Don't ask around, I blow the wind out your asscrack

I punk a track, I mack gullible cypha dude

Do tell a friend, I surpass any human comin

I be the muthafuckin lady woman

Uh, this is the hour I gain bigger fame

You ain't ready, what a shame

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I bailar, dance, I take total control

I'm with a son of soul, heads roll

So the world wanna play my funk

Then [?] freaks and chumps

Hookers in pumps, you better work

And look at me wayneh

I paint pictures of concrete

Metal I detect on speck

Hell hath no scorn like the fury of my tongue

Come kitty come

My lyrical status is above any pseudo-staged norm

Calm weather storm, I inflict mental harm

Why even test, I undress racial barriers

I speak in funk cause I smooth wanna carry ya

Into a place, I embrace hella bass

No chick on this planet that can stand it, goddammit

Dammit, I catch that ass like Pendergrass so fast

Bury the hatchet [?] black skin I'm in

Black skin I'm in, black skin I'm in

I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar

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