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Jordan Lara
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Get Out of My Way
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
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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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
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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
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