Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Away (The Spirit of Wu-Tang) , by - De La Soul. Release date: 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 |