Testo We Go Off - Phonte feat. Pharoahe Monch
Testo della canzone We Go Off (Phonte feat. Pharoahe Monch), tratta dall'album Charity Starts At Home
Yo, new tiggalo, new tiggalo, new tiggalo, new tiggalo
Yo, we go off, say who go off?
Nigga, we go off
Flow fitted to a tee, dawg, I might go golf
On stage in all black, dawg, I might go goth
Say I might go floss, 'cause we go hard
I mean macro hard, not Microsoft
Party time excellent, nigga, I might go goth
'Cause we go off, I said we go, yo, hold up
Niggas lookin' like fools, punchin' out of they weight class
Lookin' like food, under pressure they break fast
It's lookin' like school and I'm the invincible principal
Joe Clark and you niggas sign in, get a late pass
Yeah, nigga, I go boss, 'cause once the buzzer go off
Don't nobody give a fuck what you ranked as
It's only wins and losses, Benz and Porsches
So pardon if I offend any friends or sources
That never seen the hunger, no meager portions
Starvation, bar none like Klondike
They sayin' Phonte's the incarnation of verbal murder
Pin it on me like prom night, nigga
'Cause I go off, yeah, I go off
Negro spiritual rap, slave to the rhythm
Lookin' like I might go north, 'cause I go off
Yeah, I go, yo, hold up
Pharoahe the God strikes the mic hard like Ty Cobb with a bat
Physicist, the antithesis of Steve Jobs when he raps
Mack, sick gonorrhea, clap, onomatopoeia
Smack the shit out of you, you have no idea
Send a stranger to rearrange your Range Rover Kia
Key appear, see, you'll be a satellite with money longer than Nia's
Fuck chivalry, I will end a chick's career
And return to forever, I am Chick Corea
At O'Hare air with surface-to-air missiles for your Lear
What you will hear before I send you to visit Aaliyah
Proceed with caution, we strikes with force
And of course and use the bars of sorcery with a cross to bear
And I force ya, enforcin' the nuclear laws of North Korea
So awesome when we morphin'
Pharoahe and Tigallo, we go off, we go off, and yes, yes, y'all
We go off, say who go off?
Nigga, we go off
Flow fitted to a tee, dawg, I might go golf
On stage in all black, dawg, I might go goth
Yeah, we go floss, we go so hard
I mean macro hard, never Microsoft
Stomach and the titties out, baby girl, go Ross
'Cause we go off, yeah, we go off, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Donald Jamerson, Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Fatin Horton
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