Are You Ready?

[Intro] I've got just one question for all you listeners out there: ("Are you Ready?") [Verse 1] This is a breath of fresh air in this world of noise pollution I speak the truth cause they don't have the voice to do it I'm a white southerner, so critics make quick assumptions For those who don't know, consider this my introduction MC Headcase, I hit the stage with gumption You're the product of yes men at a record label luncheon Putting out garbage music in abundance But we ain't falling for that bullshit, write something with substance! It's time to clear it up for those of you who aren't so sure The 'MC' in my name stands for 'Music Connoisseur' I'm taking Hip-Hop further with new musical boundaries Cause these "by-the-book" rappers just aren't astounding me White girls hear me and say "You rap so well!" But when A&Rs hear it, they say "That won't sell!" Turn my back on the culture to make a quick payday? You're better off asking Farrakhan to join the KKK [Hook] When the music begins to play Are you ready? Are you ready? You get yours, cause I got mine Are you ready? Are you ready? [Verse 2] Calling all cars, and wannabe rap stars who think they got me Acting cocky, trying to mock me, when secretly they jock me You think you're getting off Scot-free? You can't beat the rap So that style you stole from me, I'mma need it back I'm a million metaphors ahead of y'all Shitting on the whole rap world from the highest pedestal I've had thousands of wack rappers pouting Cause I can kick a freestyle that's doper then your whole album Let's get it straight, I've seen more than just a little hate And the reason why is North Carolina is such a fickle state Yeah, I take it personally Cause if I don't get crunk or make trap music, I'm forced to toil in obscurity But as bad as we treat each other, the industry treats us worse Forcing us to leave the state cause we need the work Just try to tell me that it ain't so They did Little Brother dirty, and they'll do the same to J. Cole I know how it seems though, but nah, I ain't emo I'm murderous with the pen like Joe Pesci in "Casino" I expose the politics with my in-depth perception Cause I don't respect deception So I'm calling out any emcee that don't meet my expectations And if you wanna battle, I'm there with no hesitation You'll catch a beat down, I'll smack you with every syllable Hip-Hop is coming full circle but you ain't pivotal [Hook] [Verse 3] Headcase is one of the most dedicated musical patrons Down to rip it on the mic or guitar on any occasion They claim Eminem is where I got my style from But I go the extra mile for this, call it a nine mile run This is a category where I'll never fail Got a business mind, but I'm not concerned with record sales I know how the music industry works, it's intricate But when no one's buying records, are sales still significant? (NO!) My emphasis is on the show, a live spectacle Mixing different genres and the result is still respectable These mixtape thugs leave me numb like Novocaine The only time you ever held nines was in a poker game Fuck a pocketful of stones, I got a pocketful of poems All original, while the rest are carbon copy clones But I don't pay 'em any mind, I just run my spot So in the words of Biggie Smalls, see you chumps on top And I'm out! [Hook]