[Chorus]

We are ready, we are ready (we are ready!)
Slayers top and seize machete (haa!)
We are ready, we are ready (we are ready!)
Ghoulies feeding on your belly.

[Verse]

Hold up, the song
My comfort-zone's now gone
I'll crush down every single thing on my way like the eTolls
Dreams all got tougher marrow more than the elephant bone
My single strain's got qualities that'll crack-up the big walls
And bring 'em down
As they close up the big lane
And those who almost made it through refused to turn away
Conflict's now given rise to everyone that day, then deep thoughts of Africa pre-occupied my brain
The only thing that matters is to go fourth and keep the trust pending
Be positive and stay true to self and the negative will be ending
If not you'll see that anger is what sharpens the machete
I'm standing on my ground, because, my brother I am READY!

[Chorus]

We are ready we are ready (we are ready!)
Slayers top and seize machete (haay!)
We are ready, we are ready (we are ready!)
Ghoulies feeding on your belly.
We are ready, we are ready
Young Chronic
(haay!)
We are ready, we are ready.