Lyrics Ready [Aim] Fire - JP Reynolds

Welcome to Harlemville
Capital city of Peace and Power planet
Where the music is undeniable
And it's Guava Season all year round
Where groups undercounted arise very adept
Hidden home of the legends
We in here

It's feeling like 1992 again
Mt. Vernon in the building coming true with it - thunder
Vision fallin like flurries
Tryna have the best summers
Wonder where the fire went
Trust me the best coming
Steady salute the homies
Steady salute the fam
I be pushing deeper
This that back of the van
This that knocking on lockers
Quick to rock it raise your hands
This that if you try to knock me down you lost 'cause ima stand
Steady praying for wisdom
Steady leanin on faith
Steady hearing in paint
Steady killin them can'ts
This that other folks can be scared of your power but you can't
I fall back on my people when energy lookin faint
PAPFam
Climbing on my journey
Yea I'm free now
Never quit from learning
I been empty but I'm free now
Thankful for my story
I been slave but I'm free now
Focused on purpose
And I'm tearing tyranny down

Ready
For whatever you throw at me
Aim
At the systems saying no to me
Fire
I ride for my village
And I ride for my tribe
Till the sunset get us
Ay
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride

Bullet holes in my soul from the fear
Stitch them closed then I grow from the fear
Switching flows I suppose I could steer
Oral O's round my foes but I chose to adhere
To a mission that I'm on
You wishing I would front
But my back is attached to a latch that lets me freely jump
Check the transport
I deliver frigid bars
But I ain't in no truck, turn than jingle off
I'm in the booth with my Jesus peace you can see the frost
And feel the fire at the same time
My ribbon's in the sky
Ribbons in the sky
Can you my love is my reply
Black ops in the wilderness of rap and I'm a spy
If you want some depth instead of death then I'm your guy
Prolly think I lost my pebbles but the devil is a lie
You ain't supposed to be a light to these kids down in the gutta
Ignite a fire, inspire to see high beyond what covers
Change the game

Ready
For whatever you throw at me
Aim
At the systems saying no to me
Fire
I ride for my village
And I ride for my tribe
Till the sunset get us
Ay
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride
Ready, Aim, Fire, Ride

I am climbing defiant with a definition
Rebel with a cause slaughter the devil's kitchen
Where they cook oppression, embellish it with the hellish isms
And Relish in ignance, and veil it in business
Yea, tell your story young man
You ain't the same
Tell them the names that were stolen in this land
Tell them the story that's redacted from history it's a sham
Undistracted we react to our redaction with a blam
Shooting back with all our actions never slacking not a chance
God got our back we call that chiroprac advantages
Chains falling, chains falling
Metal to concrete
Rose petals from concrete
Let a petal meet my feet
Unfatigued tire marks howling hit up in the street
Lotteries, lotta beef, and a lotta bodies to beat
Beat residue in my teeth, be hollering bout police
Collard green with my speech
Model pottery complete, sheesh

Still dealing with drama from my teen years
Past the skin, Beneath the surface like a spleen tear
Tell me what was Beneatha's purpose, set the scene clear
Alien possibilities, unseen yea
When I was younger I hungered for thunder rumbling under footsteps
Running footballs was a good step
In the direction I wanted to head in
Following those who came before
May their memory never perish
In their name I'll be rebellious
For the Nats, Denmarks, and Harriets