Verse 1:

I wrote Rapademics and critics didn’t really get it

Didn’t consider it as a classic or admit it

Even though it took months of research

Much for each verse, I rehearsed mentally first

I got respect for Dr. Meacham

Who sees them songs as I can see them

Not just an album to listen to

It was part of us founding an institute

Even though most were slow to give it a chance

They dissin’ the man only because he gettin’ a grant

They be like, ‘How he gon’ take credit from school

And let him study hip-hop? That ain’t cool’

Y’all people on the internet need to get a life

You’re so trivial, I don’t even consider you as bright

If you don’t like what I write or doctor’s insight

Let me know not to send an invite

To my next lecture or the professor's

Can’t be bothered or stressed ‘cause

You people messed up

I better chill ‘cause I’m ‘bout to get hype

My woman told me that I gotta get you out of my life

That’s why

Chorus:

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Verse 2:

Church folk try to judge me talkin’ ‘bout ‘That ain’t gospel’

‘Cause I have a lifestyle that ain’t docile

Why does it concern you so much what I do?

They told you in the Bible to flee from idols

That’s so high school, dissing the youth

If you don’t like the way I’m rapping

You should get in the booth

Or recognize my gift reaches the kids

Maybe more so than probably any preacher that lives

I’m not telling you that I’m a soothsayer

Well maybe I am, y’all gonna see the truth later

Just remember I said rap was a factor

When Christ comes back and he’s rapping in rapture

'Pastor, ain’t that funk in O’s music?

Ain’t that a little P-funk that O’s using?'

Come on, man, that’s so stupid

I better get y’all outta my life before I lose it

Chorus:

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Verse 3:

Last verse for the people that’s playing me at work

If your boss making you mad, look at that jerk

And say, "I’ma get you outta my life

I’ma get you devil outta my life"

Naw, I’m just playing, ok?

If you gon’ do that, at least wait ’til you get paid

What I’m trying to say is you gotta envision your promotion

But how you gon’ do that when you’re living in commotion?

Fighting with coworkers for no purpose

You wonder why the raise you want just won’t surface

Gotta get them outta your life

You better get them devils outta your life

I’m talking ‘bout abusive men

Women too that be abusing men

And the stupid men that got kids and a wife

Sneaking out with other men in the night

Mama, you better get him outta your life

You better get that devil outta your life

If you said he should wait ‘cause you ain’t certain

That you ready to stop being a virgin, girl, you

Better get him outta your life

Gotta get that young buck outta your life

C’mon now

Chorus:

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

Gotta get you outta my life

I gotta get you devils outta my life

O’hene:

You know what you gotta do, I’m just gonna let this joint play out for a second so you can think about the devils in your life, you know what I’m saying? RAHM Nation in the spot, visionary, it’s the new movement, Oh I’m just doing my job, trying to get the devils outta your life