Go In (feat. Sophie Hood)

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you know what it is
Ten tracks that'll fit in your backpack, created with love, care, and a touch of black magic
Please keep your arms, legs, tentacles, and antennas inside the vehicle as we take you on a journey through worlds both physical and Spiritual
So sit back, relax, and let these beats soothe your soul while Mongo takes your brain and
Turns it into fruit salad, this is Kenwood Bedford Collective
I know I'm not one to be showing my calling
But now it's time to go in
I know I'm not one to be throwing it all in
But now it's time to go in
I've been working undercover
But the way they sleeping on me, you'd think they were under covers
All the lines are seeping from me that I'm being covered
By the women, and I keep them on me
There's no other middle class suburban American
That can pop it like cherries and then rock it, legendary man to be
And I am very intelligent, a mercenary man
Because I'm fighting, but I'm eating, so part culinary man
Not some sort of ordinary man
Killing it, a cemetery man, but I am something like a dictionary
In the way I spit it lyrical, while feeling satirical
About this stuff, it's a miracle that this tape is empirical
Cause I'm experimenting when I'm flowing, and I'm going
Without knowing what I'm doing
Cause the stuff that I'm pursuing
While I'm spewing
Isn't anywhere close to my peak, because I wrote it all in a week
When I was feeling pretty weak and seeking for something that can help me
But what I found is when I speak, I no longer am feeling meek
So now I got the talent that is roughly 10% of what I know that it could be
Parker and I just been working on a tape, and this is only just a scrape
We haven't even dug into the stuff that we know that we can make
And never spitting fake yet the only thing that we rake isn't cheddar, though it better be
But it's leaves in the fall
Cause he's the only one that doesn't leave when I fall
And believes in it all, and of the few that can see we ain't small
In the world where we know we can rule it, if we're using the tool, it is in us both
So I know we can pool it together, thread it, and spool it
Now we barely 17, not even focused on the green
Not even keeping it all clean, but only saying what we mean
And giving denim from our genes, writing about all that we've seen and feel
And put it in a scheme that you can see like in a scene
I may be dipping from a hyperbolic point of view
Or maybe linger psychotic
Or maybe give it erotic
But in honesty, I got a lot to say
I got a lot to give away, I got a lot I gotta play
I got a lot that may be crazy, but I spit it anyway
Because I got limited days, no reason in keeping the gray
Because I know that I may die another day, another night, but not without giving a fight
Can't tell if I see the light or maybe just the bright future that I got ahead
Writing without ink, I bled onto the paper
Cause I said I'd give it all, and that is exactly what I did
I know I'm not one to be showing my calling
But now it's time to go in
I know I'm not one to be throwing it all in
But now it's time to go in
My studio is just a mic and my grandma's computer
But I got a few lessons to be given, I'm like a tutor
Me and my dad used to go up to Hooters, I'd be rolling up in a scooter
But I was gunning for something like a shooter
That was more than what I was given
I wanted to be earning what I wanted, make a living
I ain't talking bout no money, no I mean just living
but I couldn't do it until I finally believed in myself
No I cannot tell you what life is about
And I can't tell you why I ended the drought of your lady
But I do know that the doubts I was feeling are already out
Because I'm sprouting every outing while I'm shouting what I'm about, and rerouting my life
Because I never knew that it would take me out of something that could break me
And build me up, then go make me into a person that I wanted to be
So now I'll tell you about me
About me
The truth is that I'm a rookie
Playing hooky just to be writing some lines
I know I'll grow up in time
But this ain't even my prime
Whenever I flow it, man I know it is my calling
And whenever I blow it, and I show it, I am balling
Whenever I let it go, I know that I'm a problem to the legends
Because the child is creeping up on them
People are wanting to hand me the crown
But they do not know the talent I found
Yes I know when I go slowing it down
People are finally hearing the sounds
But that don't stop me from feeling like a G
Emcee inside of me is finally
Able to see the light that is ahead of me
Even if the tracks are flopping
Ain't nobody gonna stop him
Red and blue, you better cop em
Everyday I know I'm hopping to a new level
Without the devil on my side
Even though sometimes he is creeping up inside
I no longer hide, I got the pride inside of me
That is needed to be, a rolling stone
Hall of fame in every tone, I got the lines, a telephone
I'm speaking through a microphone, hoping it's like a megaphone
And gets a little way from home, until you find it in your dome
Until you see that I alone can overcome a milestone
If you can't see that I'm gonna be famous, then you a brainless ignoramus
Because you know that we entertainers, gonna go until it drain us
Even though I am insane as an asylum I will reign as the king
Mongo, going off with every flow and giving you a show of what you may or may not know
So how about you go through the tape
Me and the bro busted our ass on without significant dough
Because Kenwood Bedford is what we did it for

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