JID – W4R lyrics

[Intro]
This is Deko

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
No, they are not ready (Not ready), not deadly (Not deadly)
Defang quora, quote me, it’s all goodie, they mistook me
Thought he was a one-trick pony, fuck ‘em
Bitch, “U Guessed It” still got me road-running
First of my kind, and I ain’t reach my prime
Priming bombs tip-toeing ’til your toe touch land mine
No legs, no spine, how they walkin’ ‘round with they back to us
Young lord, Bible, rap genius, dodgin’ Judas
Jumpin’ on 12 ‘cause they might shoot us
Take us out our shit and call us looters
Droppin’ knowledge, lines paratrooper
I got five to come type Cooper
It’s my time when I want like a lupa
Talkin’ shit until your words loose ya
Face hotter than a damn Ruger, real ruler
Most niggas this real done had funerals, so feral, so thorough
OGG in the city fuckin’ up the borough

[Chorus: 6LACK]
When that clock strikes one (Yeah), you’re done
When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you?
When that clock strikes three (Yeah), you’ll see
And when that clock hits four (Heh), oh Lord

[Verse 2: J.I.D]
Yeah, I’ve been that nigga, nigga
Been that nigga, boy
I been a killa, I’m hopin’ rappin’ can fill a void
Sleep on a nigga, you got your covers 'n' pillows, boy
(Hkh, bloop, bloop, bloop), you get drug in a river, boy
I heard what they said ’bout me, ’twas nothin’ they said to me
Prada and Fendi, Bencialaga, a nigga Gucci
Mother Mary, Marcialago, can give me pussy
Keep the sticky inside of that Stüssy and keep it movin’
When they fed up, leave the whole scene wet up
I swear to God, a nigga brains were just oatmeal and ketchup
Or some red stuff, they silenced all the hecklers
Chucklin’ Chuck-E-Cheese ass nigga, go get your bread up
You are not fuckin’ ready
For the young, black, dumb-strapped, in the favor of Allah
All of the gods y’all pray to probably my gualas
I am more than a man, dumb hungry, more than a man
More morphine to endorse my poor rigor mortis
Swing dick, swordfish, nigga weak, porpoise
Q can pour souls, prayin’ to the god of porcelain
I don't need your approval, my guy, I never force shit
Forfeit, never, I'm a oracle, I'll probably or–bit (Ha, ha, ha, yeah)

[Chorus: 6LACK & Alkebulan]
When that clock strikes one, you’re done
When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you?
When that clock strikes three, you’ll see
And when that clock hits four (Yeah), oh Lord

[Verse 3: Alkebulan]
I’m juxtaposed to God
Across from a black queen, top a white woman
That's her privileged throne, eating sal-a-mon
Top of yellow rice by a right woman
I'm the stones thrown at Christ
Sea, Moses parted, young paying homage
To a pair of parents who made apparent
Reign of a panther, black heir apparent, none of y'all comparin'
So fuck is you sayin', fuck is you reppin'
Don't give a fuck what you talkin' bout, so fuck who you sexin'
I'm the fuckin' answer, you niggas fucked up the question
Fuck is you questionin', do you know who the fuck you addressin'?
I'm Stokely Carmichael, y'all niggas Susie, followin' Angelica
Angelic nastiness she possess is one of a kind, no replica
Replicate bar nine, I'm Stokely Carmichael, yeah
Not looking for Makeba, know where she at, she right there
She love my contra-dick, she get nasty like edamame
Call my queen a bitch, make her cum, then she say, "Ashe"
Dick mightier than pen and sword, I turn good girl to whore
God's juxtaposed to me, "Alkebulan, teach us some more"
Okay, please hold the reverie that you're peddling to the youth
Or the koufy thoughts when you're only raising that right fist in the booth
Tryna relay conscious lines, but all you sayin' is, "I spit the truth"
Followed by, "Yeah, I am the shit"
Yep, yeah, nigga, we know, you poo
Y'all need some lovin' in your life
A little Giovanni by your side
A little of Assata's all I need
A little bit of Angela Davis and Ruby Dee, ha

[Pre-Chorus: Alkebulan, 6LACK, Both]
Now when that clock hits four, uh, yeah, there's war
And when that clock hits three, yeah, nigga, you’ll see
By the time the clock hits two, you'll know, who you?
'Cause I am not the only one, we're all Alkebulan

[Chorus: 6LACK]
When that clock strikes one, you’re done
When that clock strikes two, nigga, who you?
When that clock strikes three, you’ll see
And when that clock hits four, oh Lord