Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ALONGWAYTOGO , by - Gang Starr. Release date: 07.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ALONGWAYTOGO |
| Guru: |
| What you need is more direction and get yourself some protection |
| I thought by now that you have learned your lesson |
| I’m stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit |
| Correct shit, you know the busta way you feel shit |
| Baby, I still don’t think you understand |
| You lose the game, we get more props than Dan… Rather |
| And it don’t matter cuz when you flinch, you’re weak |
| So I’mma step just to speak about the counterfeit, unlegit type of people |
| Those cellophane ones, the ones that you can see through |
| It’s poetic justice cuz I’m mad with a pact |
| So precise, my insight will take flight in the night |
| And in the daytime, cuz I don’t come up with corny rhymes |
| I’m too devoted to the concept of gettin mine |
| So here’s the deal like Shaquille O’Neal |
| If you don’t know what you’re doing, how the hell can you be real? |
| (scratching)(Q-Tip from Check the Rhime) How far must you go to gain |
| respect? |
| Um… |
| Guru: |
| Now in '93, realistically you should be… well aware of all the evils out |
| there |
| It’s like a jungle sometimes. |
| You get the message? |
| You got to rumble sometimes, it’s gettin hectic |
| Emotions run deep, as times run out |
| Solutions… it's time to find some out |
| So according to me, suckers are barred |
| >From obstructing my discussion cuz I rhyme too hard |
| You take a wiff like a spliff here, like some fresh air |
| I came to claim shit this year (this year) |
| So take a stroll down the walkway, or hallway, or runway |
| Fuck with us, kid, you’ll pay |
| I slay… and yo, I’m still on the expressway |
| I kick my essay, then you know we don’t play |
| So pray down on your knees, G Cuz it’s the best way, yes, the best way, cuz… |
| Guru: |
| There’s a large amount of wack crews. |
| For them, I got bad news |
| Time to pay your dues, you fools |
| I’m like express mail, with the script that hits |
| Like the third rail, when I shock the spot, it’s hot |
| >From the rays of the sun |
| Original one the prophet sent to become |
| A law giver, cuz you shiver when I quiz ya All about the real neccessities of life |
| All about the game and all about the name |
| G to the A to the N to the G Starr |
| We know who we are, but do you know who you are? |
| (Richard Pryor: You go down there looking for justice, that’s what you |
| find, just us) |
| (scratching) Um… (until end) |