Be Prepared (Akrobatik)

Boston to N.C. collabo Akrobatik, (yes, yes) Little Brother (yes, yes) Akrobatik 'bout to set it off (set it off) (UH!) Phonte 'bout to set it off (set it off) (UH!) Rapper Pooh 'bout to set it off (set it off) (UH! UH!) And 9th Wonder 'bout to set it off (UH! UH!) Hey yo, this whole shit's kind of funny Went from who got the props, to nigga I got money Everybody reachin in the same pot of honey Scramble in the streets, but your eggs look runny Sunny, I excel you can't tell Veil my brim to those before him Swim with the fishes, wish for a better year I'm no shuck but life I spear The people outside my life, they cheer I've been peepin y'all my whole career When the road get tough, curve out, two hands I steer Want to see how life look from a pier It appears that all my niggaz know how it look down here Go hard, just don't play fair I displace tears, put 'em in every word I rap Look ahead, ain't no takin it back It's like that nigga Now when you see Ak be prepared for the flow (flow) When you see Big Pooh it's the knockout blow And when you see Phonte watch out for big dough just a PSA to let y'all know You gotta be prepared ... (are you ready to make your mark?) You gotta be prepared ... (are you ready to move with speed?) You know you gotta be prepared ... (are you ready to take the lead?) Lead, yes, my brother, yes indeed Check it out, this whole rap shit is kind of blurry (uh) It's not quite the same as the days of Hit Squad and Keith Murray Nowadays rappers come through with a brief flurry But yo it ain't really no need to worry Cause you listenin to flows from the heavens I don't drive but always hear Ak your a legend/Acura Legend My response - "I'm workin hard, servin my fans and servin God" The key to makin it in this rap game is simply learn the odds When I did, I became a business man Not a whole industry like "yo, who is this man?" (huh) Little Bro and Akro, you know who they are Cats gettin money since niggaz was off the radar (yep) Start the world tour put the 'net in a frenzy Packin New York City spots on Wednesdays Always stay prolific, keep the concepts specific Now we the niggaz that settin all the trends, hey It's funny how niggaz get props for their grind Instead of the time they invested in they rhymes I think we got it twisted, got it all wrong The cart before the horse, the tail waggin the dog People taggin along to each and every song That's dumb enough to get the people all on they feet Ain't nothin wrong with dancin, but we ain't takin chances Now black radio soundin like Sesame Street In the middle of a war niggaz playin for keeps With an idiot in office that we should of inpeached But you would never know checkin ur-ban radio To let the music tell it, everything is sweet I'm done tryin to touch niggaz who don't want to be reached I want to touch the youth, but here's the fuckin truth I've played this sport and now I carry the torch But if niggaz like darkness, then what's the fuckin use? "Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Brother of a pitch" "Is the brother who start" "Brother of a pitch" "Is the brother who start"