[Intro: Blind Fury]
Uh, y'all need to know
Talking 'bout, Lugoff in this ho, it’s going down

[Chorus: Blind Fury]
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even know is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Right now you fucking with a pro (A pro)
For years I had the flow so get ready for 'em (Get ready)
Get ready for 'em (Get ready)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even now is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Let go

[Verse 1: Blind Fury]
I got songs with Big Scoob, I did joints with Tech N9ne
You ain’t gotta think I’m a sick dude
But you’ll always gonna respect mine (for real)
Ain’t no need to check blind
'Cause as long as the check’s signed
I'ma kill it when I spit it
And when I’m finished with it there isn’t gonna be a next time
A lot of local rappers, want to come up off my fame and success
Like a heart attack it’s killing me
I feel it like a pain in my chest
I no longer say I’m the best
Old heads say I’ve been blessed
Really ain’t nothing to it I just do it with the music
And you know I aim for success (And I get it)
Say it with your chest, 'cause you know I’m still gon' do me
Keep that beef to yourself, 'cause it’s not even industry
Got people that’s in the streets
And they always look out for me
From the north and the east and the west
And you know I got some homies in the south for me
Yeah, and I do it big, ain’t nobody gonna do it bigger
Long as I’m around, I'ma ride for the town
And I be running with some real killers
You better mash this 'cause I’m sharp as a cactus
Better yet like attack gets
Killing these motherfuckers with my spitting, I’m really doing backflips
[Chorus: Blind Fury]
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even know is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Right now you fucking with a pro (A pro)
For years I had the flow so get ready for 'em (Get ready)
Get ready for 'em (Get ready)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even now is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Let go

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Steady, I get up on the track and tap it 'cause I'm ready
To get the party poppin' like I was confetti
The way they be dissin' Tecca N9na be plumb petty
N***as be wonderin' how did I become bready
'Cause I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Them other rappers that you got is garbage
People I never could acknowledge, prob' it's
Small like a motherfuckin' Hobbit's toliet
With the K.O.Dly flow, nobody ever know where the bodies go
(Which way did they go, which way did they go?)
Did they go to heaven? I guess prolly no
Especially if they be trippin' with me
Suicide mission for thee, get your miss and ya see
Nothin' but Davy Jones locker n***a you rot with the fish in the sea
You don't know me, you don't want it
I can take a look and see that you don't want shit
So put the fuckin' lotion in the basket
If you don't then you're ghost and in a casket
Fight? I was hopin' you would ask it
Put the knife to your throat then you can have it
Your life is a joke and people laugh at it
But I spit the flow that be elaborate
Yeah! Dir nir nir nir niroh, can't front on that
Tech N9ne killin' everyone on rap
I get better with every verse, I'ma gun on wax
Psychos know that I'm sick (Sick)
My flows open yo' chick (Yo' chick)
My foes hopin' I quit because they hoes so close to my dick
[Chorus: Blind Fury]
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even know is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Right now you fucking with a pro (A pro)
For years I had the flow so get ready for 'em (Get ready)
Get ready for 'em (Get ready)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
But y'all ain’t ready
(Y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t) ready, (y'all ain’t)
D-boy talking on the low (The low)
What they ain't even now is I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
I’m ready for 'em (I’m ready)
Let go