O'hene Savant - The Go Off lyrics

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O'hene Savant - The Go Off lyrics

Yo, this boy is a beast, once again the RAHM Nation with the headbangers, Dynasty 3 with ya headbangers, let Him be, let Him be, y'all know all about this, let Him be, let, alright let's do this, check it out, let Him be praised… One two it's a mic check, my mic set Will dive by and trisect any guy's chest ‘cause everything that I will digest will digest Because I'm yet to digress from my thesis I'm a rap elitist, I drop from a barb like Reese's feces Y'all Reese's Pieces, dawg I make beats by Telekinesis And speak as Jesus and chief of chiefses The most prestigious, flow the evilest So dope it's Steviest[?] to hell with you Eljer[?] Keeblers You're helpless leave us, you fail to see this I compelled allegiance, my speeches excel the zenith Propel to regions of past and Venus And with the breath of zephyr my letters will sever heifers Who test us, yes us We cadets, screw Briggets[?] monks'll bump my ca**ettes in Tibet You into techs, I'm into texts The ones that arrive from a scribe Proscribed for sects, now not s** with a x The s-e-c-t-s, you see s, we ain't down with the BS I'm nasty yo, rap Cleo O'hene and hot, that's redundant like a black griot Whether or not I go cop the caddy yo You still hear me freestyling off the patio There ain't no rapper on the radio in my ratio They crafty flow I'm crashing slow Think your semi's greater then my semi quaver My semi demi give me plenty favor, stupid Don't be naive, this guy beez the sky breeze When I breathe, I'm uprooting palm trees And y'all see roots and palm leaves Roofs and tires lean to the left the youth and chime screen[?] The rap omen, today we come back Romans I got the sword near my abdomen You wanna snatch stromen[?] Feel the blade that this cat's toting Different strokes like it's Gary Coleman Or maybe kick boxer, we kick like kid's[?] soccer Spits I omits jizz proper, you poppin' up like you popular While I make opera of the entire Apocrypha, stop it bruh If you spit, then I throw up, you need to grow up ‘fore I show up at a co-op and blow up your show what So what your show s**ed You should have known not to fool with a known nut I'm so tough my nickname is Hyde[?] Click aim at squads So we ain't forgot Amistad homicide I provide I collide With authorities, pardon me but I already clogged Uncle Sam's Arteries horribly, for Pete sake I'm sick of these cliches I erase and deface they preface with no retakes From each states I raise and eat stakes Amazing DJs and B-boys and beat boys While laughing at decoys The street's voice, W.E.B. D Bois Organized noise, cause I'm a North Korean scorpion I'm messin' it up like a European When rhyming, I'm bombing ‘em with h*monyms Like Common I'm not common I'm hard to find And I'm blinding ‘em, ain't no rapper here ready for me In any genre the best is what I r&b The stars is me, god of astrology Mentioning Copernican cosmology In my odyssey it's odd to see you guys is freaked About the beach, I'm beyond the sea Give me my pad, it's my canvas, I can't miss My plans is next Sanis's[?] Sanskrit So pan this ‘cause I'm the voice of the future Views I produce are parallel to Sutra I'm a computer with infinity gigs, throwing these kids The qualm[?] like a Soviet n*g, poetry is a stereo rendition Of the Tora, for a purer land worthy of Zacora[?] My aura's the light, my goatee's a plane No rest for quarter notes, the whole beat gets slain EQs I eat through and make ‘em peek to The point they lights flashing aliens see too I are to rap what R to R2-D2 People need to know this or else be schooled Don't be fooled by me dude I'm peaceful But street folks that we know are evil You're preschool still learning your alphabets While commencing alchemists review my calculus You wanna know how hip-hop I am? Listen here, I'm so hip-hop when they popped Pac I cut off one ear and when they k**ed BIG I cut off the other ear, by the time Pun was done I'm in a wheelchair, I'm so hip-hop some nights my wife is scared I'm trying to get her in the mood with beats from Premier Saying, ‘yeah' (in the background: turn that Gangstarr on, nah play that Dynasty 3)

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