Get Out of My Way

Duration

5:42

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

[Chorus] Why don't you go, and Go Get out of my way, before you, Get ran over, Get out of my Get out of my way and Go! [Verse 1] My soul pours out this song with a blues feeling / Feeling like old Hollywood with a new image / Like a four string guitar that's vintage / It's got a classic sound but the tune is different / I want a hair style dew that's different / So i can hit the stage and get boo'd like Prince did / So i can hit the books where the histories written / And find my name in scripted as a platform for the instruments / A man after God's own heart / With the impact of a Martin Luther King march / It's the Hip Hop olympics / And I've been waiting for years / I'm the number one apprentice / So if you get in my way / I hope you get the message / I don't plan to kill ya / But your grill might be tired printed / I'm tired of these so called princes / Who claim the throne / but the real throne is God's position / [Chorus] [Verse 2] I feel like getting in the groove and dancing / An old soul with a young step, thats damage / To a ball room full of old school cameras / Where everybody's rocking Ray Ban sunglasses / Was it just me or was I lost in the 60's / I must have traveled back during one of my day dreams / In class, where the teacher asked / "Hey are you with me?" / I smirked and said, "Yes, by the way the answer's sixty." / I made a quick freeze of time from the old days / And mixed it with a new rhyme to grind out a new page / We on a new stage, assume that we're different / This time we're placing God at the center of our interest / We're bill collectors and we're taking an interest / On anybody trying to hold us down with their ten cents / So if rappers cost a dime a dozen / I'll buy me a whole flock and turn them into my brethren / [Chorus] [Verse 3] I feel the chords like an old school rock star / Guitar with a Frankenstein electric charge / I caught the cool when Chicago blew / Mixed it with a little funk and called it hip hop blues / Paparazzi always asking if I paid my dues / I said my swag still linger from that hard knock school / Like a lowrider in my youth / I was dragging it too / But turned a puff into a prayer with a passion for youth / I am a rapper and I happen to cook / Crack music on a spoon and slang it after it's hooked / I changed my look from a crook to a gentleman / I'm on a new path, foot to the petal man / The water ain't so mirky - dust is settling / Please get out of my way I ain't settling / I'm in a race and dream killers ain't entering / Take out a pen here's a session of some mentoring / [Chorus]