Get Up, Get Out ft. Sunny Ture Lyrics

Over seas and oceans

Theologians quote from things I wrote inside my notebook

Slank the holy poet

I rolled a half a quarter in a stogie, smokey like Nairobi

Niggas claim they dope but they ain't never show it

All we do is prove, how they smooth and they ain't move like this

The classic P-O-L-O spellout, I don't do hype shit

Despite risks, we prepare for conflict, train for the best

Sharpening the weapons I possess

Aim my flow with a new stock, not what they got in stores

Shop with me, need a new Glock, I gotta let it go

Keep a rod like a shepherd, keep them flocking to the show

Nation time popping like a pocket rocket, let it blow

I lost my way and had to take it to the soul

Both ways, Christ-like but I'm crossing up my foes

Every time we cross the street it's rocky road

Shit ain't sweet, keep some ice, hope you staying on your toes

We get up, we get out, we the ones you heard about

Ain't no doubt, through the storm, through the drought

Push the soul from the underground

The sound peeked through, through the thunderclouds

'Bout to roll another

We get up, we get out, we the ones you heard about

Ain't no doubt, through the storm, through the drought

Push the soul from the underground

The sound peeked through, through the thunderclouds

'Bout to roll another

I gotta roll again, now the story's told again

Three stars found alignment, now we bounce like holy men

While filling in the plot holes, at least we know we win

Prophecy keep peeking through, the barrier is getting thin

Me and Slank, nation time, the hoes think that's my twin

I was rolling up a med pack, that tree was like my stem

Plotting out the get back, I do this for my kin

When this blunt hits the cypher, dawg, you know it's gon' spin

The tale begins and ends

I wield the pen, determine where the story go

Reruns, chilling watching Vertigo

Surgical precision, when the wisdom under lock and key

We broke it free

Released it to the people where it's supposed to be

I kept a grocery and broke my trees down on top my poetry

Started noticing things moving in over me

My soul reach globally but mostly in the Black Belt South

It's Nation Time nigga, figure it out

We get up, we get out, we the ones you heard about

Ain't no doubt, through the storm, through the drought

Push the soul from the underground

The sound peeked through, through the thunderclouds

'Bout to roll another

We get up, we get out, we the ones you heard about

Ain't no doubt, through the storm, through the drought

Push the soul from the underground

The sound peeked through, through the thunderclouds

'Bout to roll another

We get up, we get up

We get up, we get up, we get high, we getting higher

We get up, we get up

We get up, we get up, we get high, we getting higher, and higher