Ready, Aim, Fire (Intro)

[Julius] We ready for whatever the war brings We fighters, we don’t just weather the storm We, may weather the storm, four beasts Never before seen, whenever my sword swing I sever my competitors form, bleed Step on your corpse, in my living room Your head is décor You’re scared of the predator, poor thing Address us as four kings or see The mac, call it the fat lady, whenever that whore sings I play the proctor, peasants play the pupil position Please peep my poetical prowess, plenty prolific Proceed to procure a piece of paper Pencil paint a perfect picture and print with pinpoint precision We can rap, spar Use my words to smack yall Wrap rap bars around my hands Scratch gauze, crack glass jaws Throw a punchline at you with the wingspan of Kareem Abdul Call it jab-bar (Jabbar) You see us and think you see four niggas Nah you looking at C4, nigga To record sicker than my clique You gotta be more sicker Firing Squad in this game, we finna restore vigor