I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

[Verse 1]

Yes, I'm ready, I've been ready

'Cause lately my machete's been craving liquid crimson

Drifting confetti

Snowflakes soaked in hell's sulfur

I've dipped many

The tips of metal dreamscapes heave

But kept drowning

But as I pull 'em out of these lakes of tears runnin'

I am reminded of those you stole from me

The change in climate would freeze the blood

Covering each of our hands prying these weapons of destruction

Out of the sheath

My wrath would breathe something

Into the concentration of oxygen

Causing an instantaneous vacuum

Followed by high heat combustion

I couldn't leave with nothing

I had to keep discussing up in my mind

Well maybe it ain't enough

Well maybe I need strength

Well maybe I need love

Then fuck it, I pick it up

I'm dead set on the drums

My pen burns these words at 451

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

I'm Readied up

Ready to make the cold rhymes flow

[Verse 2]

Uh, if I catch you biting hooks, I'll put you on a repo

I wrote these phrases on your page now I'm about to rip it

Combustible material, opportunist to freeload

I summoned magma same obsidian on which you'd written

"I won't forget to tag you", shit I shouldn't need permission

Just cut the royalty, the cloth you secretly were snippin'

You said my verses were too nerdy for your demographic

Now your trigger fingers splittin'

Signing Klingon to you bitches

[Verse 3]

Members of a coward's guild

The hero with a thousand faces

Which one is a mask to fill

Mine is a skin that leaves no traces

Mind over matter

Slide my Mather's LP under my mattress

And as time passes

Hopefully dendrites never fire on account of a rapper

Who couldn't speak his pain

Who'd care to be amazed

Spirit of Vengeance but instead made me his Johnny Blaze

The kerosene or paraffin, a pair of wings to soar

You stormin' off with what I wrote

Guess you my Human Torch