Fatin - We Go Off lyrics

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Fatin - We Go Off lyrics

[Hook: Phonte] We go off, say who go off n***a 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 n***a I might go Garth Cuz we go off I said we go off Yo, hold up [Verse 1: Phonte] n***as looking like fools punching out of their weight cla** Looking like food under pressure they break-fast It's looking like school and I'm the invincible principal Joe Clark and you n***as sign in get a late pa** Yeah n***a, I go boss, cause once the buzzer go off Don't nobody give a f** 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 n***a 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 [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Pharoahe the god strike the mic hard like Ty Cobb with a bat Physicist the antithesis of Steve Jobs when he raps, Mac Sick gonorrhea clap Onomatopoeia, smack the sh** 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 f** chivalry I will end a chick's career And return to forever, I am Chick Corea At O'Hare air with surface to air missles for your Lear 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 morphin' Pharoahe, Tigallo We go off and go often Yes yes y'all [Refrain] We go off, say who go off n***a 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