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ready or not (here i come) - einstein lyrics

[verse 1]
i am the most underrated, hated, and discriminated
breaking all types of stereotypes every day
it’s a different obstacle, failing isn’t optional
holding on to a dream that seems impossible
but i keep striving and trying to be the stereotypin’
defining emcee with a higher degree
on a higher totem and voted most likely to be
then let the future define it for me, hah
but i’m really just a high schooler
with grade school dreams of making it big in my future
and i’m just hoping it lasts, i’m sitting in cl-ss
writing these rhymes, hoping to p-ss
but in the back of my mind, i’m praying for a record deal
but still got college rubbing against my heals
so now i know how it really feels
instead of feeling never real, but still

[hook]
(ready or not
r-r-r-ready or not)
yeah, i’m telling everybody
(ready or not, here i come)
ready or not, here i come

[verse 2]
i’ve been told that my future seems promising
but people have broke what they promised me
honestly, i’m a rapper with a prophecy
i’m the high school superstar prodigy
my vocal chords open doors, and of course
it opens those doors, to what i have in stored
for me, and even though it seems like a dream
even limbo couldn’t hold me back from what i want to be
see i was born with a p-ssion
and i’mma carry it out until the casket
but what’s tragic is it’s hard to manage
and constantly balance a bunch of different talents
i’m paralyzed, i can’t stand it
if i want something, i’mma have it, hard work is a habit
and i feel like i’m acting out a movie role
when i’m in the studio, lights, camera, action

[hook]

[verse 3]
my whole life, i feel like
my actions speak louder than words
so i just choose to pantomime
and sometimes, i have to improve my improv
‘cuz life doesn’t have a script to go by
so i’m just working off of blank sheets
and filling in these blank papers with my song lyrics
rapping ’bout, all these goals that i can’t reach
even though negativity is the wrong spirit
i am the individual, ripping the ritual
of spitting about swag, money, cars, clothes, hoes
i suppose fans coming by the rows
and the unreachable pinnacles that seem miniscule
yeah, and i’mma mean it if i speak it
no connection to all the speaches i gave in english
in front of a crowd
i’mma continue to preach what i believe in
you bring me down is very slim, no bulimic
believe it

- einstein lyrics

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