Lyrics Get Away (The Spirit of Wu-Tang) - De La Soul

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