Go Off

[Verse 1]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, I'm laughing with my mobb

While you remained confused by me, the Prodigy

I put my verse in, you put your verse in

We see who really burnin' and spittin' flames for certain, you check

My 16 'pon fire, the rap Spike Lee

Lot of multi-million dollar rapper don't like we

But they can't do shit 'cause I'm too consistent

Plus, my street power not to be test, no

I put down the mac-11, make me pick it back up

I put down the 2-pound, make me double back, son

And get my 50-cal, oh, you hear me now

See, it's never no peace till that piece come out

You put Prodigy up with the best, I show and prove

I'm not the punchline rapper, my style more smooth

No gimmicks, no artificial flavor, keep it 100 percent with me

You miss me

[Chorus]

They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down

P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down

[Verse 2]

The top of the dome and spit better poems than that crack that took you eight hours to wrote

I'm a natural

I got you, this is what I do

I'm not a battle rapper, I create albums

Underrated like Don Cheadle, it's don P though

Classic like Sinatra and Hendrix, we're endless

Black mafia hits that Mobb Deep shit

Gets deeper than rap music, I told you

Them niggas bleed just like us, you heard it here first

Rappers, they bite my lyrics and they run with my words

I just take it as a compliment, it gives me confidence

It just confirms that I'm the P in this shit

Much more so than Kanye

My favorite rapper, you got T.I, Jeezy, Weezy, Santana

50, Jay-Z, and even maybe throw in a little Jada and Style, wow

[Chorus]

They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down

P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down

[Verse 3]

The most infamous in New York state

I shape and mold rappers like a waffle

I spot you, and help you carry that weight

I give you couple bars on consignment

You owe me, you know me

Your grandpappy, these rappers my grandsons

Which make me the world's youngest granddaddy

I sit up on my throne, call me king songs

My reign at the top very long, infinite, admit it

Got these haters indeed now

Know they was happy I did years in the P now

Thought I would fold up

No such luck for you bum fucks

That's the sound of my dump truck full up

Of my reserve notes for all you turn coats

Left me for dead

I'ma kill you with success

While I resurrect live on stage, I'm on tour

While you beef about sound scan and who sell more

[Chorus]

They say P fell off, his high-horse landed on my two feet, planted on solid ground

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down

P fell off, his bullshit back on his good shit

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

Mobb Deep fell off, the bottom and we landed on top, how we turn the world upside down