We Go Off - Phonte, Pharoahe Monch

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, cuz we go hard

I mean macro-hard not microsoft

Party time excellent nigga I might go Garth

Cuz we go off I said we go--

Yo, hold up

Niggas looking like fools punching out of their weight class

Looking like food under pressure they break-fast

It’s looking like school and I’m the invincible principal

Joe Clark and you niggas sign in get a late pass

Yeah nigga, I go boss, cuz 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 saying Phonte’s the incarnation of verbal murder

Pin it on me like prom night nigga

Cuz I go off, yeah I go off

Negro spiritual rap, slave to the rhythm looking like I might go North

Cuz I go off, yeah I go--

Yo, hold up

Pharoahe the god strike 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 you, you have no idea

Send a stranger to rearrange your Range Rover key your Kia

P’ll see ya via 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 lair

(Missile sounds)-- What you will hear before I send you to visit Aaliyah

Proceed with caution, he strikes with force and of course

You need to borrow some sorcery with a cross to bear

And a culture enforcing the nuclear laws of North Korea

So awesome, when we morphing

Pharoahe, Tigallo

We go off, we throw 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

Cuz we go off yeah we go off, yeah