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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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