People Get Ready

Truth:
For a cat who rock the mic right, bold, no anonymous shroud
Relevant but far left of the predominant crowd

Originality was staple, but they lackin’ it now
Labels push trash without even battin’ a brow

Make no mistake the records spin, I’m black and I’m proud
Late nights in Inner Recess with the monitors loud

Catching contact from somebody cannabis cloud
Hip Hop

Rakaa:
I Siesta with one eye on the scope
Wake up focused on connecting blocks like Legos

It ain’t ya showbiz, dark world we the bridge building freedom fighter shine
Others lack the courage, understand they couldn’t find the time

We “International,” “Stateside to Worldwide”
Pull out your “Polygraph(s),” we recognize the world’s lies

They say the truth’s heavy, aim and shoot steady

Truth:
It maybe full of thorns, but they never will usurp the crown
Been through hell, so I know we heaven bound

From LA to DMV to crescent city town
Truth Universal, Rakaa Iriscience, Kevin Brown

Tune in if you’re frustrated, looking for a better sound
The cream rises, still I hold my Sevens down

Supreme Ruler status and I’m never steppin’ down

Chorus:
If you ain’t ready, you got to get ready
People Get Ready
You got to get ready, you got to get ready

Truth:

Ahkim and Justice Enlightened me, said God is in you
I got the knowledge of myself and it broadened my view

Learned that we bigger than the work we were imported to do
So now I’m bringing you the gospel according to Truth

Former battle cat, indeed I slaughtered a few
Now (I’m) opening and “Top Billing” like the Audio Two

Story moral seize the chances afforded to you
All My

Rakaa:

It’s true, it’s all real right here so clear
Light years from the dark, but we smile to fight fears

And it all seems strange, when I look and see regression
Like, “The More Things Change,” the more we seem to need the lessons

Intergalactic universal Planet Rock
Stay wide awake and pay attention when the planet talks

They say the truth’s heavy, aim and shoot steady

Truth:

Unless, it’s in the name of self-defense or freedom’s spread
Never leave a garment crimson red or a body stinkin’ dead

Or plot the the path of lead with the laser infrareds
For Benjamin and Lincoln heads, on linen minted by the fed

Now, if instead we talkin’ sustenance and homestead
Well then you modify the color of the thoroughbred

In that case I'm not complacent, still paper chasin’
***People get Readaaay