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!
and Go
Get out of my way, before you
Get ran over, Get out of my
Get out of my way and Go!
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 do that’s different
So I can hit the stage and get boo’d like Prince did
So I can hit the books where the history’s 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 four 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 tire printed
I’m tired of these so called princes
Who claim the throne
but the real throne is God’s position
Chorus
I feel like getting in the groove and dancing
An old soul with a young step, that's 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 50’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
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 pedal man
The water ain’t so murky - 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
