Go In (feat. Sophie Hood)

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