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the go off - o'hene savant lyrics

yo, this boy is a beast, once again the rahm nation with the headbangers, dynasty 3 with the 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 [?] to h-ll with you [?] 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 [?], monks bump my c-ssettes in tibet
you into techs, i’m into texts
the ones that arrive from a scribe
proscribed for sects, now not s-x 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 than 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 sn-tch [?]
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 sucked
you should have known not to fool with a known nut
i’m so tough my nickname is hyde
cl1ck, 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’s sake i’m sick of these cliches
i erase and deface they preface with no retakes
from each state, 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 h0m-nyms
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 [?] 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 [?] like a soviet nig, 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!lled 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)

- ohene savant lyrics

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