WE GO Lyrics

[Intro] Tru Fam Beat number one By Chad Goheen Let's get it [Verse] What up, Chad Goheen? You know it's no thing for me to go stand this beat up 'cause I'm the flow king When I heard this beat, I told myself this shit was so clean The instrumental got me hooked like a dope fiend So I'ma go ahead and wreck this bitch Yeah, it's your boy DNA straight from Texas, bitch Yeah, I'm from the south, I be on my Texas shit We got the best rappers you can find in the U.S It's a straight fact, get ready for the rap attack The DNA back with a true lyrical flow Comin' off the top of the head like Miracle-Gro When I freestyle, you don't wanna test me, bro You in the scope, 'bout to snipe you like Wesley, bro It's crunch time when I rhyme like Nestlé, bro They say the better, I'ma turn their yes to no Out of this world, so extra-terrestrial I'm choppin' hearts with my awesome art, the rest just bark 'Bout to tear the rest apart like Jurassic Park Like the [?cheat tie?], must've missed the part You gettin' slaughtered, and it's just the start It gets extra dark, in a tunnel with no lights Creep up on you like a raptor, spittin' with no mic "You been dissin' everybody" they say I ain't got no life 'Cause I killed every rapper I met in my whole life I'm decoding the Matrix in a single examination Man your battle stations, I could wrestle a soldier, takin' it to the next level Killin' all seventeen men awaiting, any way to break it Got 'em comin' like elimination I'm runnin' the table, eight balls, solids and stripes Y'all will get tight when I make your girl swallow the pipe Call her tonight with the AND1 [?reverse?] and Nike stripes I'm crossin' you all alright because I'm ballin' for life And I just don't talk about it, I got the best handles you ever seen Globetrotter, I beat from Argentines to the Evergreens You never seen a lyricist with this much talent So how about it? I know it's hard to wrap your mind around it Twenty-three years in the game, in my prime, don't doubt it They tried to lift my skills, and their spine gave out It's- what it's? Hmm, let me think I don't know, it's just the way that I flow Standalone, too original So good, it's criminal Choppin' you into minerals (Goddamn it, I forgot to put my phone on silent Continue) You'll never be reachin' my pinnacle You'll be standin' up in the cold [?Congratulations?] turn it all into gold It's bliss when I'm in the zone I'm in the zone, flyin' above you just like a drone It hurts when I just atone my base and never be blown I'm Megaman with the megaphone Standin' in front of the microphone, breakin' you down into microzones You out of sight when I come home Like, "Honey, I shook the kids" Broomin' up the dustpan 'fore I dunk the lid You never seen another rapper that done what I did 1 Deep, I stand alone I might admit that I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., yeah, that's true shit Now who could that be? Other than that D N-A Tru Lyricist, from the 9-0-3 And he be the sick with that tricky set wordplay Peter Piper picked a peck, not just of pickled pears But a whole lot of jalapeños You need a Nicorette patch for this acid flow And that's the moment you realize he's unmatchable You lasted so long, you should be ecstatic, bro They show you love, but you're never gonna pass the pro Or land dope with the lit bars, I'm too magical Master flow spitter like I said, pass a note Tell you "Yes, you have to go" Your yes is gone, thinkin' you can test the don You gettin' buried, me and music got an unbreakable bond Very unbreakable, bruh, 'cause I'm the roof Pointin' at the lights, 'bout to knock it out the booth Bitch, I'm the truth on the mic The truth when I write, when I write, the truth is I'm too elusive So elusive, you might miss so many bars I'm flippin' over your head like Denzel, takin' flight Or I might go ripgut mode and rip out your entrails on the mic, there's no tellin' what I might do No tellin' what the story entails, you're gonna need more intel But I'm gonna tell you that it won't end well Somethin' like a Mortal Kombat stage fatality, impaled on the mic I blow your mind like Sindel, but I ain't gotta scream You like scary movies? Cool, you ain't gotta dream One, two, I'm comin' for you in real life Steam pipe scene from the movie Bone Collector's what you might end up in real life, bitch, sickness Spit the real grit, lyrically kill shit Your face gettin' peeled, bitch, sit down Shut up, I like to curse in my raps sometimes, it fits the vibe Frankenstein, it's alive Walk up to the mother, her own nest, and hit the hive Monroe, and this ain't a diss, I'm just lettin' you know I got a can of Raid waitin' for you and I'm ready to go Day or night, we can do whenever I'm not turnin' and I'm set to blow How you gonna take out the best you know? You talk a lot, you ain't gonna bet the dough Even if we do it for free, it's still set in stone Frozen, no more dissin', let it go Woke up at 4 this mornin', wrote this and went back to sleep But people still out here sayin' Twisted would rip me to particles All I can tell each every time he [?] Look before you leap, boy, you're gonna end up on the best [?attempt article?] That boy must've been made of particle, 'cause he snapped like a twig Metaphorically speakin', that's what's gonna happen to kids' Favorite rapper when they step into the mastery class, laugh track Come on, 1 Deep battle, slashin' their ass, and that's that Another one, forty strong Forty motherfuckin' albums, I been rappin' too long But these kindergarten rappers still need their shoes on I'm the college professor that show you how to do songs I'm K-Rino's disciple, for real, he know I am Rittz said I was dope, Bizzy Bone liked a handful of tracks Now tell me how you talkin' smack in my comments It's gonna make me disbelieve what I rap? I believe when I rap, I'm one of the greatest you ever heard With every word, every reference that I refer at the highest level of skill, the apex of it all I work my raps so long, I flex pecs on my jaws Curl fifty-pound dumbbells with the tip of my tongue [?] your girl and I make her flip to the song But I might not, might be too busy dissin' you, son And if you ain't never heard of lyricists, you're listenin' to one who might be a lot of work to [?] You try to jack my style, I knock you out and beat [?] girl 'Cause I'm the one, the Keanu Reeves of the rap game Now follow the white rabbit, I do my savage on a lame motherfucker Here we go again R.I.P. to the great DMX, but Here we go again Get on your knees, you've been lyrically blessed, now Here we go again All I wanna know is who's gonna pitch next, nah Here we go again I'm next to- next to bat, and I'm on deck, that's Tru shit [Outro] Wooh! Off the Tru Fam beat, baby (You already know) Much love Chad Goheen (Much love, bruh) Twenty-years mother-effin' years (Haha) Why the effin' did I edit that shit? I don't effin' know I too mother-effin' cold Let's go Tru shit, baby, y'all will never be able to fuck with it Twenty-three years in the motherfuckin' game, baby You better come join the Tru Fam Representin' rap at the highest level, the highest capacity It's the motherfuckin' apex over here, bitch The fuck you think this is? Just second-hand handbag-ass rappers you're listening to 24/8, we rippin' off their face Aye!