Phonte - The Getaway lyrics

* iTunes Bonus Track [Intro - repeat] "Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Just can't go away" [Rapper Big Pooh - Intro] Yeah, uh and just like that We back again, uh - Little Brother Yeah Mic, predator, eat any competitor Had to double back cause I been way ahead of the Curve that they settin up, nerve they forgettin-uh Heard that we ushered in, heard we was sufferin NO - Poobie's recoverin, just a little bufferin Took a little Bufferin, now I'm back tougher than Can't get enough of them, no we don't follow trends Threw me in the deep end to find out that I can swim I take my time to configure each rhyme One line at a time to show you I'm that G'REAL Pound for pound, n***a sk** for sk** Ain't nobody f**in wit me, I bet my deal, chill Chumps is +mad,+ while folks is +Glad+ Just to know I got it Ziploc'd up in the bag Just to know I got 'er out hard up in the ave It's Little Brother, trust you don't want no problems wit THAT! [Hook] "Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Can't get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Just can't go away" [Pooh overlaps] Hah, I told y'all man, the jab is mean The hook is nice, the uppercut is sweet I'm in the best shape of my career Yeah, let's, GO! [Phonte] Uh, aiyyo they thought that I would lose it Thought that I would do wrong My third time around, they say, "He should find a new charm" But Tay's unaffected, he's chillin sippin ooh-Long Tea Doin me, been too strong for too long On that Mary J. sh**, they sayin he should "Move On" Cain't cut the mustard, cain't slice the Poupon Sheeit! Cut it out, like a coupon Tay is the truth, I'm +Livin' Proof+ like the Group Home Ain't another team gettin live enough, arms ain't wide enough To make the party people jump off the wall My rhymes for real n***as, cause that's who feel n***as My words, heal n***as like it's altar call And it's time for me to slay these fakes They could try to remove but they could never replace Start tithing dawg, hit that collection plate Fo' Reverend Tiggallo Dollar, Bishop Tay D. Jakes n***as made the mistake of thinkin we couldn't bounce back Thought that we would bounce back, to Carolina cause we couldn't handle ours You never heard no n***a spit no bad raps So why y'all think a bad lap would stop my marathon I can't believe they believe I would leave Like a teabag, lookin in my face like He-Man Well your a**umptions are kinda out of place And slightly off-base/off base like a n***a leavin rehab I would never stop, never quit, never falter Never bend, never break, never change, never alter my Style - so fly, it's testament to my Perfection, let us have a "B" selection from the choir - CHU'CH! [Choir sings the Hook replacing the sample] C'mon [DJ Flash cuts and scratches] "I'm kinda fly wit it" "Black Dante, Mr. Phonte, cold perfection" [-- Mos Def "I'm kinda fly wit it" "The NEW Geto Boys, yo +We Can't Be Stopped+" "I'm kinda fly wit it" "We can take it from NY to NC" [-- Big Daddy Kane "I'm kinda fly wit it" "Who you came to see and who you came to rock for" [Church organ plays] "kinda fly wit it, I was bless with the talent to rhyme" {slowed down} "and MUTHAfu*kAS I'mma DIE WIT IT..." [Music stops] I want you to know that you buyin cla**ic material Like, this is what it is!