Keynote Speakerz & Master Surreal & Skiggy Rapz - The Getaway

Yeah, wassup...
Yo, it's me man. Listen up! I GOT the bag bro!
Oh word!
Meet at the spot uptown
And bring your heat! Yo, I think they trying to set us up for trap man!
My heat? I don't know yo...
I'm sayin', just hurry up and meet me in sixty!
Aight, I'ma be there man! One!

Rush my way to the spot on the dot
Gotta be sharp, I'm on the Job.
Gotta play my cards, need to play it right
Too much at stake, no mistakes
Today will be the day that I don't travel light

Wait, my man. What's the haps? Yo, chill
Your call woke me up from a nap, bro for real
Telling me that I should be packin' my steel
Rusty .22 I had stashed in the Ville
What you mean we've fallen for the trap that they built
And who that cat there lookin' like we crapped in his meal

Oh, that's Fat Jim and he's known for bad things
We definitely gotta get out of here
You take right; I play left, but wait, he doesn't know you
I think it's best if you take the bag
And use the gat if you gotta
But make sure in ten minutes you will meet me at the back of the plaza

Grab the bag and I flee through the crowd
Crosstown traffic with the music all loud
Nervous bout this bag but damn I can't slip
And I ain't used to running with this piece on my hip, shit...

We got to get away, get away, get away!
I need to get away, get away, get away!
We got to get away, get away, get away!
We need to get away, get away, get away!

I ran fast, disappear into the masses
The invisible man, man I'm lucky Jim is so fat
Gotta catch my breath so I light up a cigarette
But I can't slow down now, I'm almost there

Shook off my shadow, got away slick
Almost at the spot when I knock over this chick
I'm sorry!My bad! Let me help you on your feet
I'd apologize longer but I really have to leave

Look on my watch twenty minutes passed
Damn, I start to worry and to wonder where he's at
Chinese man passed, looks at my hands
Starts to walk fast as I asked what he was lookin' at
But whatever man, it's turning dark but
Without the bag, without my man no going to the park
Ayo wassup!
Man, it's good to see you
But yo, we have to hurry! Let's go and meet these people

Wind blow slow like notes on the oboe
Running' through the park at night, on the low, tho
Heard a sound behind me, turn around slow-mo
Saw my old attorney, Jewish cat called Schlomo
Former mob lawyer now he work pro bono
Oh no, only saw one hand solo
Pointing at the bag but fa sho' that's a no-no
Broke the fuck out, we ain't tryin' to be Dodo's

We got to get away, get away, get away!
I got to to get away, get away, get away!
We need to get away, get away, get away!
I gotsta to get away, get away, get away!

I never trusted that Schlomo dude
Already thought he wanted the bag
Turned out to be true
I think he really woulda done it you know
Shoot us both
Can't believe he had a gun underneath his coat

Next time I'ma see him I'ma go for his throat
Do him like Angela Lansbury wrote
Now we at the subway, I gotta let you know
Yo, I think that it's time you take over this load

Alright. I check the bag for any damage
Oh my god, what's this? We got an Antenna
What the fuck!
Shit, we're bugged, wired
They know our every move from this tracking device, damn
How could this be and who did you meet?
Yo, it had to be that chick that I helped on her feet
But hold up! You see that Chinese dude over there?
I saw him at the plaza and he's coming over here

Deadly Venom Toad made a 4 meter jump
Into a fighting stance like a Shaolin monk
Why he tried to front, made me llok like a chump?
Fuck That! Pulled my pistol out ready to dump
Cock back, take aim, steady now... Pull
Old bitch jammed, now I'm lookin' like a fool
As he moves towards me I don't hesitate
Dodge his kick; smash the gun-butt straight into his face!

Oh shit... he got knocked the fuck out man! How'd you do that?
I don't know man, reflexes I guess...

Luckily no other people at the train station
So we decided that we had to get some information
Hell yeah, we will hurt you if we have to
But all we really wanna know is who sent you
He turns out to be from a government agency
Four letters A. I. V. D.

Ain't that a trip!
Geez, without a roadmap!
I shoulda known that they had our cell phones tapped
Bring the ruckus, here's the last train
Six men in grey shootin' from the other way
We jump in, doors close, bullet ricochet
As the train rides off, another clean getaway!

Aw yeah! Ha ha! Boom boom!
We did it again man! Ha ha!
Yo, you still got the bag, right?
Yeah man, I got it. No doubt, no doubt!
Check if everything's still in there man
It's all here
Good, good...
Take out our shares, we can drop of the rest
Next stop is us man

We got to get away, get away, get away!
I got to to get away, get away, get away!
We got to get away, get away, get away!
I gotsta to get away, get away, get away!
I got to get away, get away, get away!
We need to get away, get away, get away!
We got to get away, get away, get away!
We need to get away, get away, get away!

Written by:
Daniel Munro, Marcel Tegelaar

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