Ready on the One
No riffs the vibes too deep
This a spliff – half leaf half keef
Overtime three shifts last week
At the meet, half sleep athlete
Did a stretch; something brief
In sharp contrast to the Gs underneath (PEACE)
The belly of the beast is starving
And it’s talking to police for bargains
Sometime the grounds will freeze in Autumn
So pay attention when the leaves start falling (ICE!)
When progress feels far less than far west
I pray you do your best to trust the process
Why? You are divine in your being
So I tell you every time ‘cause I mean it
Powerful, excellent and beautiful
All you gotta do is believe it
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step,
Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step, Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort
Yo!
Ain’t no telling where my mind goes
I could see the vision clearer with my eyes closed
Gun pointed at your apple for that iPhone
Download!
Hit him with that Amazon Prime flow
Steady on the one
Steady on the one
Homie caught a body, now he on the run
Step
Stepper, this is chess not checkers
Putting out my best foot while you give them less effort
And I ain’t trying to be the best ever
Certified sick I don’t need to get better
In the cold weather I don’t even rock sweaters
So the biscuit stay hot when the heat apply pressure
This s@*! remind me of a western movie
I got a horse named Trigger and a rusty toolie
We can bang out! Meet me at the crack of dawn
I’ll be waiting in the desert with my weapon drawn
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step, Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step, Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort
Ha!
I’m Gandhi in his prime
Malcolm at his peak
Martin making his last speech
Like Rosa taking her last seat
I’m Marcus making his last reach
I’m Ray in the garden, eating his last peach
On the porch with his Muma praying his prayers reach
The masses and the class teach
The truth about His Story and the glory in this back seat (WHOA! WHOA!)
Take the cuffs off his mind and his shackled feet (WHOA! WHOA!)
Take him back to where the facts meet
They’re even offended on how the Blacks greet
They call it passive aggression, now here’s the lesson (BLESS HIM)
Time calculates everything in existence (IT DOES)
Including distance (I PROMISE)
So sooner than later they’ll see us different
We just gotta see it different
The way that we supposed to
Need help? Let me coach you!
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step, Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort
Ready on the one
Ready on the
I choreographed the step, Stepper
Steady on the one
Steady on the
All praise and always the best effort