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    "Go Ahead Den" Lyrics

    Kardinal Offishall

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    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Yo, I'm bust
    I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
    Here we go here we go
    My flow is like a cock block for your whole label street team
    My verse is like a hearse for your marketing scheme
    My whole steez nigga please, put the mic down
    Talking 'bout you represent, when you embarrassing your town
    Walking around with the Gay Pride parade crown
    Silicone raps underneath that pink gown
    Posing as a killer when you living as a clown
    Entertaining A&R's too deaf to hear the sound
    You a has-been rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
    Saying I'm independent now, looking for a new life
    A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
    Guess starring in the Basement, living off of Tigga's name
    My name's Kardinal, the pearl mic dark figure
    Diploma type thoughts mixed up with street niggas
    Living underground trying to earn the pop loot
    'Cause I won't sell crack and got no aim to shoot
    No patience for the weed, not quick enough to tief
    Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
    But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
    I might smile, up in your face and then jack your S-P

    [CHORUS 1: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}]
    Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
    T-dot represent, ya hearing me
    {Go ahead den}
    Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper
    With flows you don't know, how a firestarter go
    {Go ahead den}
    Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
    A make way when I'm stepping in the room
    {Go ahead den}
    Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
    Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen
    {Well go ahead den}

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Yo, my rhymes are FedEx covered in latex
    Delivered to your Jubby, my charms tribes quest for hot sex
    No bust for the next can protect
    It's when the I drop, the niggas saying 'what?'
    And the skins are saying wet wet wet wet wet
    I'm dripping in 'nuff girls, and missing what we trying to say
    But talking about a revolution, end up talking about the day
    When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your mind
    But I'm seeing all your titties and a big round behind
    Oh damn girl, you make think 'bout selling out
    But oops, your weave just fell out
    Ha ha
    I'm straight from the place that first brought you Vince Carter
    The story of Hurricane, and imported sugar cane
    And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar
    What, Peter loves who? Yo don't bother to hail it up
    In the streets where we meet 'cause you might get beat
    And find your head caught between timbos and concrete
    And that's real, a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
    Ain't trying to bend over to the madness of the day
    But do what to do and yo who am I to say
    I just want your records sales anyway
    You see me

    [CHORUS 2: Kardinal Offishall {CMD}]
    Someone kill to try and come up with the things that I say
    I'm a bad mother-yo
    {Go ahead den}
    I'm too fresh like Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
    But everyday
    {Go ahead den}
    [Black Thought] "It's no way we can rock after them"
    [scratched by DJ Tracks]

    [Kardinal Offishall]
    Yo yo
    I'm kick another one, another one for the mic, know what I'm saying
    Yo, I'm rolling through my hood system waking up the neighbours
    Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but I gotta pump my song
    Heavier rotation than Sisqo and Thong Song
    I'm the perfect combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver
    Up in one, kick real raps for fun
    I'm the black anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
    I try not bus' until I'm sure she cum
    If I get a little hit, check I out the whole long
    My tongue is like an instant check for 7-0's
    Write about this, rhyme something about the hoes
    Anyways I try to uplift, but not too serious yet
    Because too much to say makes a negro's a threat
    So we talk about sex and promote the drug game
    Even though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
    Cha, I'm trying to get my Mom's out the ghetto
    And you would too if you could flow, stupid!

    [CHORUS 1]

    [Black Thought] "It's no way we can rock after them"
    [scratched by DJ Tracks]
    [KO] DJ Tracks
    This song was submitted on November 11th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jason Harrow.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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