Dr. Madd Vibe Presents:

Get Out Of The City

Get out of the city
Jump into your shoes and run
Get out of the city
Pick up all your stuff and book
Get out of the city
Do not turn around and look
Get out of the city
The Metropolis began to shook
Get out of the city

Pull on your shoes and dance
Stop being so busy
Shoot and rob
Gold diggin' hob-snob
So you end up eating doo-doo
Caught up in the wrong voodoo
If we don't give what we got
This piece of blessing' is not
So escape the gritty shitty
Shackle blood clot

I express to you my comparison of snot to a city:
All the pigs,
It's a wade and stench and ditch
So I gotta scratch my itch and switch
So tune in my friend and just forget about your sins
Take a deep breath and just look up toward the sky
Spin around in circle with the blue sky in your eye,
and dance your way out of the city,

Your way out of the city,
your way out
your way out, man ...

It was a sunny day in my hometown just the other day
I was at my pad just watching channel three
It was the dead in the nation who came to be
and the new leader had shaky hands
He gave a speech on the 3-D TV set with horns in his head

Right then and there I tried to turn the channel
But then I found they were all channel three
For a moment I thought I was fryin'
But then I said, 'oh no, I couldn't be.'
It really happened
Satan the Devil was president

My whole body quickly turned to jello as I

• began to have a major fit

Then a smile crept across his face

• and he said good-bye to the whole human race

He reached out and grabbed me and said,

• "You're gonna die my friend, you're drafted."

  Wasn't that a feel of the will to live?
  From the general who's head is like a cive,

  The world spins so slow but the sun is here at last,
  The sun rises slow because its path is so vast,
  It stays in the middle while the other planets go round,
  A few hours later I'm in another town
  Yesterday I was in East France at the beach
  With the Mediterranean sea in front of me at my feet
  People walking naked
  Women and men
  

  But not like back home in the USA, the jail that I live in
  
  • The jail that I live in? what?
  
  this is supposed to be the land of the free!

  It's a trip sometimes when I try to talk about something happy
  It eventually turns from a bowl of sweets - just turns
  Fucked up and cracked
  I guess it's because I'm part of the American dream
  I'm an experiment of the damn mighty whitey European
  Got me screaming to the top of my lungs
  Because what I saw made me straight up jealous, but also I looked in disgust
  Look at all the happy white people in their paradise state
  Even people with color get a piece of the fucking cake
  They're just guinea pigs for the peace and the love of the state

  'Gimme gimme justice, and gimme gimme peace!'
  They squeal as they close the door on glory,

  The flag of the brave worn out and tattered
  some Black men, some Yellow, some Red, and even White matter
  The land of the free
  Free to make money
  If you make enough money you can buy yourself some justice, honey
  So if you're Black like me and you wanna get rich quick
  Go under cover and get your hair slicked
  Get rid of those naps and be a tom for a minute
  Be like the mighty whitey and youÕre in it to win it!

  Fuck that shit because I say with deep angst,
  I am what I am, no bacon for me thanks!

  

  "Three snaps and a circle of motherfuckers,
  a pow wow with a bunch of Bloods and Crips
  Let's all get together and bunch 'em in the lip
  Then brake their hips and take away their mind
  Rebel, rebel, rebel, man!
  Rebel away from your blind mind
  Rebel from the spell that has begun to intertwine
  Into your great grandpa and great grandma's genes
  Now, now is the time to rhyme about
  Now we all must travel and unwind
  The curse of the snow storm has been
  Wupped on all lonely men
  Banned in the land of the mighty whitey

  The mighty whitey!
  The mighty whitey!

  What was I talking about?
  Oh yeah, the sun rising up,
  and the earth spinning round, and the stars in the sky, and the flowers on the
  ground, and it all tastes so good and is a part of me,

  You can send me back to Africa
  It's right across the street.

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