Let's Go Lyrics - Kool Moe Dee

So tell me, how do you feel about Jack the Ripper'? 

Get him! 

Want me to get him? Well I got him 

My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him 

With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed 

To make him rewind this time I draw the line 

He's mine, just chill 

Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill 

The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill 

And this time I shoot to kill 

Just like a sucker you took the bait 

Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late 

So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up 

You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up 

Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew 

You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you 

The way you should be done, call you my son 

Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none" 

I've had enough of you actin' tough 

You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff 

Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it 

You got yourself into it, you blew it 

You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac 

You came back with a stone cold plain attack 

Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? 

You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack 

The Ripper, down with my zipper 

You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster 

Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock 

I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go! 

Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up? 

Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up 

Talk about how your records went double platinum 

With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them 

So you got paid, take the money you've made 

Bet it on yourself, are you afraid? 

Money talks, B.S. walks 

When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked 

So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this 

Battlin's for real men and I doubt if 

You can even hang or give a run for the money 

You're just a sucker and it's funny 

How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York 

And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk 

You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag 

Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man 

You ain't got a chance in the world 

Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl 

How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier 

I'm double platinum, hold up 

Is he a man or a girl? What in the world? 

You sound like Cheryl the Pearl 

And you wanna battle me on the microphone? 

Leave that crack alone, let's go 

Let's go!, I said, let's go! 

Come on, boy, let's go! 

Better than me? 

Picture that with a Kodak 

I don't take no shorts and you know that 

I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard 

I don't get even, I get odd, Todd 

Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya 

You slept, you took a back step 

Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept 

Your mouth shut, you know what? 

You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry 

So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft? 

Put the microphone down, let's square-off 

You need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for 

Lower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover 

Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic 

Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips 

Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy 

You can't win, huh, I don't bend 

Look what you got yourself in 

Just usin' your name I took those L's 

Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells 

Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw 

Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo 

When it's time to battle rhyme I know 

How to make it flow, so let's go 

To the ring, rapper's sing and swing 

Words and verse, see who deserves to be king 

Serve a blow to that ego 

As if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go! 

How can you say you're the best? 

Get put to the test in front of a million and fess 

Tried to withdraw because you saw 

The juice I got's not like before 

Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable 

You're submittable, you look pitiful 

Yeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong 

Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs 

Take off your shirt, flex and flirt 

And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts 

If you don't, boy you'll get hurt 

Feel like dirt and have to revert 

To comin' on stage butt naked 

To make up for what you can't do on record 

Open your eyes twice the size and realize 

I'm on the rise and you're on the demise 

Ostracized by my reprise 

Step in my face and watch how that head flies 

I mean business and I'm serious 

I ain't sellin' out and now here he is 

Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin' 

The money from money, now don't you know they can 

Use your support 'cos you've got caught 

Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought 

A puppet on a string with no heart 

A fool and his money will always part 

You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman 

Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans 

I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual 

Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical 

You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle 

You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull