Not Ready - Harry Mack

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

Yeah, a style like mine is really so rare

And I got em thinking I done popped up outta nowhere

Shoulda checked your blind spot

I’ll wave as I pass by, guaranteed to win

You ain’t even gotta ask why

Fresher than the last guy, puzzled like conundrum

Who the fuck is this dude?

Where the fuck he’d come from?

He ain’t even got a mixtape, I tried peepin' it

Swear he on World Star, every other week and shit

Man, he must be paying 'em

Couple people sayin' he fakin' that they debatin' him

Fuck it, I’m way in it (?), say his name way too much

Plus besides the clothes people wearing he ain’t saying much

That beat flow on the Twista joint was hot though

You’d be lying trying to act like he ain’t got flow

Joey Bad said, «Man, he nice off the top»

But all I’m trying to ask, «Can he write shit or not?»

Yo, I’m just saying, man, c’mon

You seen his SoundCloud?

This dude has one song — Proof

He got more to prove, if you ask me

He ain’t posted shit on YouTube since like last week

He might be slippin', yo, maybe he was too fast

Lotta dudes got bars, not a lotta dudes last

Short attention spans quickly wander and pass

You know Internet fame — here and gone in a flash

Used to be fifteen minutes, but now it’s milliseconds

He got fans though, we could stop now and he’s still a legend

To some of them, guess that’s worth somethin' then

But this type of opportunity won’t come again

If it was me, (swear?) I would’ve made the most of it

At least monetized and got the dough I was supposed to get

Oh well, keep it movin' along

WHAT IF HE’S WRITIN' SOME SHIT LIKE RIGHT NOW

TO PROVE US ALL WRONG?

I SWEAR TO GOD

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

They ain’t ready, they, th-they ain’t ready

(I know they not ready for this)

This is for the ones who be knowin' I spit

Years in the making, that’s why the flow is legit

Shout to all the homies I was growin' up with

I know Portland supportin' like, «Go and show’em you sick"(?)

Back when we were teenagers actin' hyper

Man, we cut our teeth on those attic cyphers

Me, Brady B, Alarm, my man Jack rentin' venues

And our fans, we’re leavin' 'em ransacked

Stand back, house party, we’ll bring the Chron

As I lead’em in the Illmatic, sing along

Goddamn, somebody pray for Harry

He just killed the last of the Sailor Jerry’s

Dorm-room freestyles best kept secret

Recorded, but I made Jordan swear he wouldn’t leak it

He was like, «You crazy?!

People need to see this!»

I guess he was right, but I didn’t believe it

Had the party scene on lock in mad spots

Rockin' with the live band feeling like Black Thought

No album, but rockin' the show was no sweat

Played for over an hour, I freestyled the whole set

Yeah, even got to meet J. Cole

I was openin' act and I was so grate-ful

His record wasn’t out yet, but he be droppin' it soon

He was bumping Illmatic when I walked in the room

I flipped, shook his hand, told him I was a fan

Someone yelled, «That's Harry Mack, the freestyle king!»

I’m like, «Damn», all embarrassed, like

«Homie, why you gon' do that?»

Till Cole says, «Stop frontin', man, you know you that»

Those are some times to remember

Funny, lotta people think I started last December

Keep my family close, it was lonely when you winnin'

Best start getting ready, this is only the beginning