[Scratching:]
Are are are are,
You, you ready

Ready ready ready ready,

[Verse 1: Kuniva]

This is the sound of retribution, a million n-ggas shootin'
And those who failed to pay restitution[? ]
Abusing the booth, beating the mic up

Crushing the headphones
Proof is looking down at n-ggas knowing they dead wrong
But I'm a take my place as being one of the coldest

Grief and guilt riding my shoulders from losing soldiers
My family, my father, my cousin, my aunt, my brother in law
Numb at the funeral sitting at the front

Meditating in deep thought
So many real ones going young
I see a lot of cowards with weak heart

But God said the Meek shall inherit the land
The trials and the tribulations it betters a man
So here I stand as a student, an artist a fan

Dealing with fake muthaf-ckers one wave of the hand
Could end it all when you look in that mirror you ashamed as hell
Like Proof said time will tell and I will prevail


[Chorus: Scratching]
You ready, you ready

You ready, you ready
You ready, you ready
You ready, you ready


[Verse 2:]
Yo, I put my heart and soul into my group

N-ggas did came up but behind closed doors how low did they stoop
I been the same, just a little paranoid from the game
Always taking different routes home speeding through lanes

Yo I lied, I did change for the better
Learned to shoot the baretta from my left hand
In case the right one is messed up

Staying vest up for the haters that try to test us
Moms picking caskets, obituaries pressed up
God bless the child who holds his own

He who holds his family down and totes the chrome
I came from a broken home, my hope was gone
I'm done playing games like all of my tokens gone

Kuniva the rider the bullet supplier
Bumping some Led Zeppelin
Feeling some lead zipping through your body

And annihilate a n-gga
One of the truest who ever done it
Who really run it in the D,

Keep it 100

[Chorus]