[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
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