Let's Go Songtext
von Actual Proof

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Commonwealth for the greater good
Take the hood, raise it up, while they′re blazin' up
A strugglin′ to make a buck, it made me tough

Exoskeleton, tough guys embellish it, but I'll crush your melons, kid
Hammer like Gallagher, the speech like the soul clapper
Pastor in the pulpit, find your card, pull it quick

Gin rummy dummy, suicide king
You're between two queens like the scene on a movie screen

Talkin′ foul like a movin′ screen
High, post the five in the key while I'm searchin′ for the seam
I see like 20/10 vision, peripheral pinnacle
The key to winnin' is to try to outsmart the miniscule
So we write like we′re gunnin' for the Pulitzer Prize three at a time
Keep in mind that it′s just begun
Rap Diddy, enigma, it's goin' down, son, and sun down
Try to keep it simple, but it′s difficult
Toss the world on my back, little atlas
Put my squad on the map when I′m practicin', yeah


Yo, yo, yo

Pick your pieces up, let me teach you somethin′

We cool, y'all, we on the move, y′all
Outta here, yeah, gotta get to the moon, Hoss
Like I'm a world apart, out of your league for most
No love for the art, more lust for the show
More luck than heart and all talk and no walk
So crawl the floor and all flow is losses
So you know how it go, they gon′ floss

So quick to show me what you got, homie
Know I'm in the spot with one shot, shorty
And we buck shots, shorty
Swag on lock at 10 o'clock
So we flyer than Top Gun sorties
And I work around the clock for the op, homie
And so I′m not gonna stop, don′t be shocked, I'm that hungry


They mock me, but at the same time, love me
Can′t figure me out, I'm pretty, but at the same time, ugly
Riddle me this a little bit, ridicule me in public
Fuck it, I know you hate it, but at the same time, love it
Here′s a bucket, upchuck shit, 'cause this is what luck is?
I′ll take this shit any day over skills, suckers

Fresher than leavened bread on nice, and I'm Tyson
Mouth to they ears so they hear what I'm slicin′
Bacon squealin′, tellin' on myself
Brag-a-doe, let ′em know that the flow, bad health
Ill, no pill, no drill, who am I?
The storm 'bout to form, blow the horn and alarm
Every nigga on the swarm of this rappin′ act proof
Yeah, hack-proof, ha, yeah, ha

And pissed off I leave 'em, teethin′, hard to chew and swallow
Stakes is high, tough, I don't bluff, I char a
Grill every fake MC, it's rappin′ PD, ha

PD catch ′em nappin', griffy
Thinkin′ I'm iffy ′til I Pippi Longstocking, get my run on
And so on, low wrong, quitters don't exist
I fight every day and bright lay a winner for the winter
Spring, summer, fall off, never
Forever more clever than the rest
I ain′t claimin' the best, but I work like I wanna

So I oughta be K-O-B-E-Z of the rap game
And this is just to tease you like a see-through tank top
Jamla Academy 9th, we don't stop