Talib Kweli, Melanie Fiona - Ready Set Go lyrics

I switch lanes it's still blurry
Then switch frames
Clowning these lames - you're Bill
Murray in Quick Change control your mission
Keep up with my pole position
Braggin' about the ride that you're whipping
Your soul is missing racing to your death or
The holiest celebration
God bless our lady of holy acceleration
Cuz we speeding while we drive
On this highway of information
The devil try to deny us
The highest of elevation
They keep us at sea level so
I’m staying on my A game
They local like the C when I
Express like the A train
My a-alikes take what I write
Use it to maintain
We be alike and see alike
Cause we got the same brain
We in the same chains
Work in the same fields
Now we’re independent
You can keep your fucking lame deal
Total package, the flow is mastered
I'm blowing past the procrastinators
So fast, it's like they going backwards

Life’s so short, we can’t afford to lose
When the guns go off and the flag drops
I’ll never stop
I'mma race to the finish line of the road
To kick in the door ready, set, go
Ready, set, go ready, set, go ready, set, go

They hate when I give 'em
Some straight they need chase
Half these little boys coming
Faster than speed racer
Pulling capers with my team best
Believe I’ll be seeing paper
With extraordinary gentlemen
Trust me the league major
On the highway of life I’m
Faster than cop cars
Quicker than the tongues of the
Rappers that got bars
Never rattled cause we been
Through the battles, we got scars
This the international half of the Black Star
This is the sound that you’re missing
I’m here when your ears listen
Play it loud in your whip when
You're dippin your gear shifting
Gifted like the island of the misfit toys
Ladies apply like the lipstick
Boys take over when the shit drop
Boys wanna holla at birds
Like Alfred Hitchcock
Men wanna talk to the women
We ain’t screaming
Just whisper in their ear and we're leavin

Life’s so short, we can’t afford to lose
When the guns go off and the flag drops
I’ll never stop
I'mma race to the finish line of the road
To kick in the door ready, set, go
Ready, set, go ready, set, go ready, set, go

When it’s gone to the wire
I gotta win to the fire
You can’t stop it no, you can’t stop it
Because I’m destined to win
Like a full champion
And we know it’s happening
At the time, get ready, set, go

On your mark, get set, when I start the jet
Look how far I get
I’m not only an artist they say
One is the loneliest number
But still regardless
The second best don’t exist
It’s a little oxymoronic what a thought
Listen to haters and never
Buy to hitting high
Watermarks, cause the market’s
Flooded with garbage
You are now embraced by the
Light with fiber optic shine it bright love
Get a ten or wind tropic
Prisoner of conscious, nonsense
I can say the conscious is asleep
I prefer the call of the wake
It’s so ironic
It’s beautiful when you finally get
Awake at your funeral we don’t get it away
Rappers nowadays are confusing you
I know you’re tired of the usual
Like Trey Songz and Drake
That’s why I’m leaping the faith
Keeping the pace
Although it’s all about the winning
It’s never about the wait

Life’s so short, we can’t afford to lose
When the guns go off and the flag drops
I’ll never stop
I'mma race to the finish line of the road
To kick in the door ready, set, go
Ready, set, go ready, set, go ready, set, go