[Intro: Phonte]
Yuh, new Tigallo new tigallo new tigallo new tigallo, yo
[Hook: Phonte]
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
[Verse 1: Phonte]
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
[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, 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
[Hook: Phonte]
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