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Monkey, see monkey do, follow this 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 chill and hardly
Now and then I go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room tunes
Waitin' for the payday, coming soon

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

I got mad of self
You gotta get with of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get with 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, give to my mom
Pops me like a winner never settled for smaller
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a
Got in my dome
In command of my life, never ever trife
to my man fifty grand money Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and
The of fake hugs and fake ass kisses

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

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

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

Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't
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 and cream
But that ain't 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a fool
I keep a stern face as you're moves

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

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

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You quit
You quit
Word up,