De La Soul - Get Away Lyrics
feat. The Spirit of the Wu(For the last year, there's been a lot music comin' out, the shit's been weaka lot niggas tryin take hip-hop and make that shit R&B, rappin'bullshit, know what I'm sayin'? Or make that shit funk, ***** that this isMCing. This is hip hop.)(Posdnuos)And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest formWe reside far away from the normSpawn from the big catch, the big bang, big breaksFetch pads and pensEven with the pencils, rap labels study usFlooded us with stencilThat's tinsel town, murder your displayAnd we stay flyin' even what the terrorists are tryin'This to that town, monitor to pat downsSearchin' for controlled substance with sustenanceWe inventors of the drug ever sinceDay glow covers, broke pots, green balloonsThe black shirt sans stakes, Elevated noonAOI, Grind, you hear it, understand we steer itSome choose to veer it off the courseThe main source missing, you paid no duesYou earn no pension, learn the rulesYou could either be the pimp or the pimped out toolsWack niggas do not forget(Stop runnin' up on niggas with all that wack shit)(Word up man)(Talkin' bout you an MC)(You ain't no MC)Like me.I bake workable art.While a label worry about art workThe top of the chart perksYou need to insert a lot more of that original tierThat you can't manage, just causing damageSo just go, get away from hereYou *****in' the game up to low to aim upSo just go, get away from here(Trugoy)And some will believe that they are leadersYoung fella you a 2-LiterSimply water weight, drownin' out the sourceThis lesson is aligned with an undergrad courseSo sharpen your PapermateMy number 2's will make the beacon shine and...The fine lining is detailed, the garment is retailedBut I don't buy rap or excusesThe code used to be an unspoken deviceSince that's gone you see what rap produces (you know what I'm sayin'?)The one on one the two on twos, assembled in the center of squares like statuesUnderstand I just do this I don't have to(you know what I'm sayin' this is hip-hop right hereYou know what I'm saying this is lyrics)But you wouldn't know the feelin' if it slapped youLike new credit the blood works indebtedMicrophone dome and two pints of get rightI get my cardio up, my niggaDon't give a damn about a partyI do it for the bodyUpchuck your mandible the scramble is backSince the two inch tape how ample is that?Like furry dice hangin' off the mirrorYour position, is concerning my visionThese objects seem to be closer than they appearAnd they can never catch us their direction don't match upJust go, get away from hereJammin' the lane up messin' the game upJust go get away from here
