Linko
I’m in the tick, the clock it slips
My Dali vision falters always living honest
That’s the state i’m in
and I forgot what state i’m in
Oregon, or the gin,
Feel like i’m ready let’s begin
Sky so heavy that lies grow thin
till time slows but I know every
Time those rhymes go i flow like broke levees Go in
Code like most pros headaches are gon spin
I need a break, over saturation too many complications
Hurry up and wait, pulled to different places
Split the script and spit the fables
Never to old to be equipped to go for every angle
I’m all-seeing the maker, eyes on the prize, the five for bad behavior
feeling like i’m ready, I know I am I gave ya
Gringo Sos' with the vicious poems and Linko
Most just got the SCAMS
So now you know

SOS’ (hook)
I feel like I'm ready
I feel like there's few that know me and even less that get me.
I feel like if the sky was the limit there wouldn't be a heaven
So put a limit on your guys and not mine
You don't believe in the Row well that's fine
I feel like we're ready
I feel like if one of the heads told me to get em then I'll hold it steady.
Cuz the real ones are few and far between
And you gon have to get this work if you ain't on the team
Yeah

GRINGO STARR
Ready you'll never be Gringo Starr struck your steady gawking
like celebrity stalkers human centipede walkers
put in leg work 21st century authors of the undead
chronicles the sunset
Fall of the empire crumbling the concrete
Jungle on the song speaking Thunder lizard stomp feet
Mutumbo on the block beast rumble in the mosh pit
100,000 ways to slaughter Motherfucking conquest
Undercutting nonsense cyberpunking troll traps
Funkier than dog breath hungry is my Wolfpack
Punch you in your soul patch untouchable my whole team
Full control wrath bloodbath fusion of cold heat
We're hacking till we clear the path machete through the rainforest
Spaghetti snake of brains forcing through the tangled quarter inch
cables and mic chords stay the course until our final days
The matrix with this time and space wake boarding tidal waves

SOS’ (hook)
I feel like I'm ready
I feel like there's few that know me and even less that get me.
I feel like if the sky was the limit there wouldn't be a heaven.
So put a limit on your guys and not mine.
You don't believe in the Row well that's fine.
I feel like we're ready.
I feel like if one of the heads told me to get em then I'll hold it steady.
Cuz the real ones are few and far between,
And you gon have to get this work if you ain't on the team.
Yeah.

SOS’
Ready as I'll ever be right now.
Whose the best?
I guess we gone find out.
My bars getting a lil Amy,
Like I'm searching for vino at this wine house.
Nigga define clout.
I built a rapore
Whose killing em more.
Imma vegan don't bring the beef to my door.
In my eyes Linko’s one of the best to ever do it,
And of course Gringo’s a Starr.
And we're more than ready,
My thoughts are treading.
What's trending, I've never followed
Welcome to Armageddon.
He wanted to battle but didn't bring his armor wit him.
I guess he wasn't ready.
And I'm eating rappers like I'm putting Parmesan on spaghetti.
And y'all waiting for fireworks after every flow while the people flung confetti.
Well I'm treating these things like speeches.
The essay paper, I done already gave you the thesis.
Like I'm pops preaching, but my minds leaving.
I ain't tryna play fair I can't find even.
Cuz y'all done messed around and let the realest team in.
Sosa the boaster,
The most known to take the microphone and roast ya.
Heads are never ready.