Escapism

[Intro]

Got to get away

Got to get away from yourself - escapism

Uh get away c'mon

Uh Got to get away from your self

Got to get out uh get out

[Verse 1]

Is the groove good to you like when you lose your thing

Forgetting grits is grocery and eggs is poultry

Making a living against those making a killing

Super black man got your back and is back in the building

If the prison is that skin you in

And your cell is sitting up inside your skull

They say you can't get away from your damn self

When your earth is heaven and your world be hell

Check your head because Armageddon's at the foot of your bed

You ain't heard a word I said

Forget them slacks I'm that throwback that threw that throwback

Back on the racks to get my mind back

Oh say, can you see

I get back its still black and white, uh, like an old TV

In lyin' color brother

Gots to getaway to the other side, uh

Talk about escapism

Got to c'mon now

Escapism

Gotta get away

Uh talk about ?

Got to get out of myself baby

There must be some kind of way up out of here

[Verse 2: Flavor Flav and Chuck D]

You see, I never was too good off the top of my head

'Cause I want y'all to know exactly what I said

This so-called war in Iraq, over a thousand dead

That's ten a week, even as I speak

Now thirty-three percent of black males in jail

That's fifty-five percent of black students will fail

They say eighty-five percent of Black folks forgot

We were slaves once up inside this box

America got folks' brains on lock

Forget the connects, some wanna buy what's next

Wear it like some sign up in that chest

Y'all should know papa don't take no mess

If you think your past is irrelevant

Don't you know your old soul pays the goddamn rent?

That messiah ain't never gonna come

As long as you thinking freedom is free to being dumb (Boy)

[Chorus x 2]

C'mon escapism

Got to c'mon now

Escapism

Gotta get away

Uh talk about ?

Got to get out of myself

There must be some kind of way up out of here

[Verse 3]

You say that soul is back so flip them hits back

Damn the fashion (I wanna know where's the passion)

Thinking we came a long way baby

Saying poor Michael's psycho and Prince, he's crazy

But what has Bob Mick Sir Paul done for you lately?

(How they maintain on your brain seems to escape me)

Heard some ghetto cats don't like metal rap

(Hear it and fear it and they think its all wack)

They don't even know (That the blues is Black)

And when I rap, I go back to the roots Where I be at

Not some thirty year old who don't know facts

(Who's wild saying things like some juvenile)

Remember two million black folks in the penile

Got a world of white folks thinking its style

Think I'm hating cause you lack the information

Cause we the FBI still got on file

Escapism c'mon now

Gotta get away

Gotta get out of myself uh

C'mon now