Ready or Not

Jackie Hill Perry

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Yeah, ready or not, I am the one that's stirrin' the pot
Eat it or meet in the middle, the riddle a pistol, the metaphor is a Glock
Uh, follow the bullet point, I'ma pull it once, I'ma flip it and pull a stunt
Is you Emmet's son? Whistling Dixie? Living and skipping into a gun
Gang gang, change needs more than a long sermon and a long lecture
Where the brown man with the red blood crucifixion, resurrection
Uh, copying Jacob, asking my daddy to grab me and give me a blessing
Nevertheless, His will is deliberate, 'member when Willard delivered the flex
Rocking
The river, delivered elect, he spent it and sent 'em the bread, stop it
They shooting and booted in Texas, senate ain't tripping, it's flesh
Shocking, mass murder for profit
They canceling prophets
Manhandling conscious
Adam ain't never been honest
Catch me at home with the bonnet
Feeling euphoric with daddy, it's like I'm Adonis
Jackie with a bit of Davey in her
Maybe it was giving, it's a Psalmist
Baby, you was given sixty-sic letters, read it, tell it to them prophets
Robert Kelly ain't the only fellow with a closet
Skeletons peeking out, is it haunted? Boo

Hop out the porch to the pulpit
Holy Spirit all inside, did you catch that?
I just said a lil' prayer, close my eyes, just caught that
If I said a lil' prayer, close my eyes, they gon' catch that
Ayy, do it again
Hop up out the porch to the pulpit
Holy Spirit all inside, did you catch that?
I just said a lil' prayer, close my eyes, I just caught that
If I said a lil' prayer, close my eyes, they gon' catch that

I wonder what daddy would think of me if he was living and missing and flipping his grave
Would he have made it his business to hop on the wave? Be it a float or parade
Would he get lost in his thoughts till he tossing his daughter? She prayed
The cross really paid the cost for his ways
'Cause after the funeral, body was laid
After the funeral, then I forgave
It's true, shaming the devil you listen to
I'm blaming whoever the whistle blew
I'm reffing this game, it's tech when you cursing epistles, I'm spitting, don't dribble, shoot
Everybody wanna flex and puff out they chest
And combing through numbers for commas and commas
I'ma duck when Abba, abolish with lava, the problem is bigger than me
Katana with all of the beef
The truth is Hadouken, this fight is just right on the street
Legion of demons is leading these preachers from preaching the truth, they lying to you
Deconstruction is a science to you
If the bottom you building ain't solid, I promise the problem is sliding to you
I'm flying to you, I'm a vulture, I rotate
They pledging allegiance like probate
It's Alpha, Omega, it's Sega, it's Genesis, both of them sinners, they both ate
Off a broke plate
Man, I'm hungry for better bread
It's the belly of the beast
Better to meddle with me
You meddle with heaven, the leaven ain't settled with yeast
The leaven is settled with priest's blood
Never mind, you a vagabond, I ain't never lying 'bout the truth
Uh, tell Bishop I'm the juice
Uh, I'm just waiting on the queue
Uh, last supper in the pew
Breaking bread, sipping wine like a Jew
Baptism in the pool
All white, ain't a stain on me, tuck number two