Get Away Lyrics - De La Soul

I want to give y'all a little announcement man 

For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out 

The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin? 

A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop 

And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin? 

Or make that shit funk 

Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop 

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, big bang, big breaks 

Fetch pads and pens, even with the pencil 

Rap labels studied us, flooded us with stencil 

That's tinseltown, 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-glo covers, broke pots, green balloons 

The black shirt saying stakes, elevated noon 

AOI, grind, you hear it, 

Understand we steer it, 

Some choose to veer it off the course 

The main source missing 

You've paid no dues, you've earned no pension 

Learn the rules! You can either be the pimp 

Or the pimped out tools 

Wack niggas need not forget! 

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Stop running up on niggas with 

All that wack shit 

(Word up man) 

Talkin' bout you emcee 

You ain't no emcee... 

...Like me 

I bake works of art 

While labels worry 'bout artwork 

Or top of the chart perks 

You need to insert a lot more of that 

Original tier, that you can't manage 

Just causes damage so just go, get away from here! 

You're fuckin' the game up 

Too low to aim up so just go, get away from here! 

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And some'll believe that they're leaders 

Young fella you're a two liter 

Simply waterway drowning out the source 

This lesson is aligned with an underground cause 

So sharpen your paper mate, my number twos'll make the beacon shine 

And you *sound effects* 

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 

(Y'knahmsayin'?) 

The one on one, two on twos 

Assemble in the center of squares like statues (Word up!) 

Understand I just do this I don't have to 

(Y'knahmsayin' this is hip-hop right here!) 

(Y'knahmsayin' this is lyrics!) 

But you wouldn't know that feeling if it slapped you 

Like new credit, the blood work's indebted 

Microphone donor, two pints of get right 

I got my cardio up my nigga 

Don't give a damn about a party 

I do it for the body 

Upchuck 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!