(It's all for the vibe) Too much to say and there's not enough time (Advance the judge above the law) Too much to say and there's not enough time (If it don't dance, the chase is on) (So what's up? Here I come) (Like, ready or not, ready or not) "You wouldn't believe me if I told you Don't ask me, just let me show you There's a hole in the lot Open up, are you ready or not?" Waited days for a knock Board the door up, changing the lock Still, it went down, he found my axe wound And said, "I just wanna talk I got what you want, you mind if I walk in?" Chop, chop, cut a— cut away that part of me Chop, chop, gotta, gotta finish the job Advance the judge above the law If it don't dance, the chase is on So what's up? Here I come Like, ready or not, ready or not I tied his arms back in a knot Threw him in the boiling pot Didn't know what to think 'Cause I caught a wink when I served up the coup de grâce The tables turning, I can't kill this wicked vermin 'Cause his head rolled out of the room Seeing red with the heat of pursuit as he blurted "Come and find me, I can get you working But you need a levee where I'm lurking I'm tryna empty out my person Catch a party underneath the surface" (Whatever you want) "feed all your purpose" (Whenever you want it) "to the maw of the serpent" (Not in this timeline) Let's get this shit burning (Ain't getting you nothing) Walk that walk, can you hit me with the Chop, chop, cut a— cut away that part of me Chop, chop, gotta, gotta finish the job Advance the judge above the law If it don't dance, the chase is on So what's up? Here I come Like, ready or not, ready or not Why does it have to be this way? Even dug him an underwater grave I thought that I could suck it all away Minutes later, it's climbing out the drain This shit couldn't have went any other way, any other way You gotta be kidding, it couldn't have went any other way Yeah, yeah Oh, oh Advance the judge above the law If it don't dance, the chase is on So what's up? Here I come Like, ready or not, ready or not And I tried everything, but my Wicked old beast won't die No more spite, none of any kind It ain't worth the time to Advance the judge above the law If it don't dance, the chase is on So what's up? Here I come Like, ready or not, ready or not So I'll let him have this place inside my safe now that I've had enough I don't need an antidote, the sickness started paying up Tried my best to stay in line, my face is numb, my legs are shot No smoking gun, it can't be done, I must have missed the caveat Sing Greening out in the sun I should probably take the last hit and run Call the kettle black, only here to blow off steam, ah Preach no excuses while I make some Stuffing black mold in the main lung I can smell my fate, they unveiled the plate, ta-da! No one noticed I was licking my lips like a locust I put on a disguise for my worry Like one of these days it'll make me complete In the end, it means nothing to me Oh, I know you well