Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away (The Spirit of Wu-Tang), artist - De La Soul.
Date of issue: 05.05.2013
Song language: English
Get Away (The Spirit of Wu-Tang) |
And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest form |
We reside far away from the norms |
Small from the big catch, the big bang, big break |
Fetch patch and pins even with the pencil |
Rap labels study us, flooded us with stencil |
That’s tense in town, murder your display |
And we stay flying even with the terrorist flying |
This to that time, monitor the pat down |
Searching for control substance with sustenance |
We administer the drug ever since day broke |
Covers grow, pots green, balloons |
The black shirt saying stakes elevate at noon |
AOR grind, you hear it, understand, we steer it |
Some chose to veer it off the course, the main source missing |
You pay no dues, you earn no pension |
Learn the rules, you can either be the pimp or the pimped out tools |
Whack niggas do not forget |
Like me, I bake work for art |
While label worry about artwork at the top of the chart |
Plus you need to insert a lot more, that original tear |
That you can’t manage you just causing damage |
Just go, get away from here |
You fucking the game up |
Too low to aim up |
So just go, get away from here |
And some believe that they’re leaders |
Young fellow, you a tool leader |
Sipping water, why you drowning out the source |
This lesson is aligned with the undergrad course |
For shopping you paper made |
My number twos make the beacon shining |
The fine line in this detail, all the garment is retail |
But I don’t buy rap or excuses |
The code used to be an unspoken device |
But since that’s gone you see what rap produces |
The one on one, two on two, assembled in the center of squares like statues |
Understand, I just do this, I don’t have to |
But you wouldn’t know that feeling if it slapped you |
Like new cred, the blood works in debit |
Microphone don, two pints to get right |
I got my cardio up, my nigga, |
I don’t give a damn about the party, I do it for the body |
I’ll chuck your man to bolt and scramble his back |
Since the two inch tape, how ample is that? |
Like furry dice hanging off the mirror |
Your position is concerning my vision |
These objects seem to be closer than they appear |
And they can never catch us, their directions don’t match up |
Just go, get away from here |
You jamming the lane up, messing the game up |
Just go, get away from here |