Artist: Phonte f/ Pharoahe Monch Album: Charity Starts at Home Song: We Go Off Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Dusty Springfield's "Magic Garden"] "From pipe cleaners, cards, and dominoes And it won't fall dooooooooooooooown..." [Intro: Phonte] Yea.. New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo New Tigallo [Chorus: Phonte] Yo, we go off Say who go off? Nigga we go off Flow fitted to a tee, dog I might go golf On stage in all black, dog 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 Garth 'Cause we go off, I said we go, yo hold up... [Phonte] Niggas lookin like fools punchin out of their 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 looking like I might go North, 'cause I go off Yeah I go, yo hold up... [Pharoahe Monch] Pharoahe the god strike the mic hard like Ty Cobb with a bat Physicist, the antithesis of Steve Jobs when he raps Smack, sick gonorrhea, CLAP~! Onomatopoeia {*smack*} 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 will surface to air missiles for your Lear {*missle sound and explosion*} -- ..what you will hear before I send you to visit Aaliyah Proceed with caution, he strikes with force and of course He is the boss of 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, a-go off, a-yes yes Y'ALL! [Chorus 2: Phonte] We go off Say who go off? Nigga we go off Flow fitted to a tee, dog I might go golf On stage in all black, dog I might go goth Yeah, we gon' 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