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Ge-ge-get down,
Please to this [Incomprehensible]
Listen to the

Monkey, see monkey do, follow when I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me my voodoo spell
Hell I'm F U N K Y
Suckers try to I say, "Why, oh why?"
'Cos I don't bother nobody, I and hardly party
Now and then I might go out, a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room tunes
Waitin' for the payday, coming soon

Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war
Why did I say that? it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids the way know what's up, they can't front
are getting' smoked up like blunts
All over nonsense, brothers die
I'm looking for an answer, I find it
I think we a little help, word
Brothers find knowledge of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You get it, you gotta get it

Righteous I live, give to my mom
Pops raised me like a winner never settled for
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a
Got in my dome
In command of my life, never live trife
Thanks to my man grand money Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and
The world of fake hugs and ass kisses

Girlies wanna get me, is it for me or because I MC?
I don't give a damn
Hey, are skins I stick 'em any day
But anyway enough about
I think it's about time for to rip the rap
Let me for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
And the quickness the verse will disperse, like that

I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get it, you get it

Some brothers think they're it when they ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I you're frontin' hard
the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and
But that ain't 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a fool
I keep a stern face as you're fakin'

I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm
Know what you are? wick wack!
A brother with no colour all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this road you would not
Around the way I stay with my people
Chill at clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad of self

I got mad of self
You gotta get with knowledge of
I got mad knowledge of
You get with knowledge of self

I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get with of self
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, get it
Yo, you gotta, get it, yeah

You don't
You don't
You don't
Word up,