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Monkey, see monkey do, this when I cue you
The mic is my it helps me cast my voodoo spell
Hell 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 then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip
But if not I'm in my pumpin' tunes
Waitin' for the payday, coming soon

Brooklyn is my home, yet my war zone
Why did I say 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know what's up, they front
are getting' smoked up like blunts
All nonsense, brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I find it
I we need a little help, word
Brothers gotta find of self

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some think they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their are thick
But c'mon, you don't 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 self-esteem so you try to front and
But that workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' 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
Know what you Wick wick wack!
A brother with no 'cos all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this you would not play
the way I must stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, that was lethal
Now I got my health, word
I got mad of self

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

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

You stop
You quit
You don't
up, yeah