AWKWORD - Go! (NYC RMX) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Yeah that's right, I stays on the move See yall tired a seeing my face on the tube 'Til the clubs spinning my joints to make it pop 'Til my feet in white sand and ya feet still play the block Ya still tryin chase that deal, aight guys I'm chillin, got a nice little spot in a high rise Execs still telling yall all the laws got bye bye That s**s, just bought a truck and new bike that I ride It goes, 'vroom vroom', with a fatty in a thong Sorry I had to go, but I'm happy that I'm gone Don't you wish you could rhyme and get at me on a song Well yall can't and I can, like Nas, so run along You won't break me, instead I'm a break free And paint a clear picture for the world in HD So put ya eyes underneath where your shades be Baby I gotta glow, feedback, but I gotta go [Verse 2: Wordsworth] Each day is a moment, every second a bonus Look up my name in the game, every record I own it I'm a hex and an omen, I'm the best and I upset opponents Stretching your neck and colon like wrestling Greco-Roman Got a concert in Wisconsin fall Turn Lambeau Field to a concert hall Split personalities, my conscience brawls I got more lines than a conference call So hang it up, my bars payroll, got me in Barbados Shooting videos in cars that star J-Lo Depends how the day go, at the bar lay low From a spark bars evolved to volcanos Halos over your head hovers, the ground with reds covered Pronounced dead while the blood bled flood us Take years to get ahead of us Looking at pro studio booked, I gotta go [Verse 3: AWKWORD] I watched my mom die, I wanna go too but I won't My girl kicked me out, left me homeless and alone Sold my car for cash, spent it on booze and dope Guy on the couch, barely moved for the phone Truth is, I was born, emotionally broke And music's, how I handle all the ominous tones Almost sold my Supras but I took 'em on the road I know I can be super, I'm just starting slow Gotta walk the tightrope, avoid curve balls thrown Give me Trinidad's gold, even I wanna glow I've always been afraid of not pushing envelopes Now I leave myself notes and they all say 'no' Even MTV folk, tell me that dope, though Most people in the game hide behind cloaks I guess they say God says you gotta keep hope Even Agnostic AWK gotta keep it on the go (Go!) [Verse 4: Aaron Cohen] On your mark, ready, set, go Like em' fat, got a heavy set, flow Like em' thick, got a heavy set, ho Aaron Cohen, though, you already, know Cause all these other kids spitting silly sh** I spark the cypher, step up and get your Philly lit Oh you a kingpin, nah, tell us what you really did I stay flyer than the hockey team from Philly is And these labels try and wheel and deal the kid Like I'm new to this, I'll expose you like a nudist is No religion, where the Buddha is Dog I really do this sh** ICK the squad, never ask me what the movement is And watch us go to war with these stars like George Lucas did Cause that's the type of sh** that I'm on I ghost write for God, then ghost ride the whip and I'm gone [Verse 5: K. Sparks] I'm twice sicker the mic ripper the star bender I make a living off of bars I'm a bartender I run up on Elm street like yo where Freddy at Stick em for the fedi that's deadly but we already that Nobody checking for your album ahk truly wildin When you come out, it does nothing for you Jason Collins I murder features every time and I'm never stressing Who the elephant in the room, now watch me bench press 'em Not hypothetically legibly it'll never be Instead of me I readily dead em because I'm better, b Demanding I spit, my mans in the whip Attitude included, sisters with they hands on they hip See everybody tryna rap until the acting fails Orange the new black until they really living black in jail I black on beats and lyrically I murder them Power to the people fighting evil out in Ferguson, Go!