De La Soul - Get Away ft. The Spirit of the Wu

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And like the Wu, we bring it to you in the purest form
We reside far away from the norms
Spawn from the big catch, the big bang, big breaks
Fetch pads and pens, even with the pencils
Rap labels study us, flooded us with stencil
That's tense in town, murder your display
And we stay flying even with the terrorists trying
This to that town, monitor the pat down
Searching for controlled substance with sustenance
We inventors of the drug, ever since day broke
Covers broke, pots green, balloons
The black shirt saying stakes elevated, doom
AOR grind, you hear it, understand we steer it,
Some choose to veer it off the course
The main source missing
You paid no dues, you earned 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 labels worry 'bout artwork
Or top of the chart perks
You need to insert a lot more of that
Original tear, that you can't manage
Just causes damage so just go, get away from here
You're fucking the game up
Too low to aim up so just go, get away from here

And some will believe that they're leaders
Young fella, you're a two liter
Simply waterway, drowning out the source
This lesson is aligned with an undergrad cause
So sharpen your paper mate, my number twos make the beacon shining
The fine lining is detail, 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 twos
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 credit, the blood work's indebted
Microphone donor, two pints to get right
I got my cardio up, my nigga
Don't give a damn about a party
I do it for the body
Up check your mandibles, the scrambler's 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 could never catch us, their directions don't match up
Just go, get away from here
You're jamming the lane up
Messing the game up,
Just go, get away from here.