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Monkey, see monkey do, follow this I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo
'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 then I might go out, puff a and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room tunes
for the payday, it's 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 getting' up like blunts
All over nonsense, die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I find it
I think we need a help, word
gotta find knowledge of self

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

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

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

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

Some brothers they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know frontin' hard
Borrowed the from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya ya pleasin'?
You self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't '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
what you are? Wick wick wack!
A with no colour '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, though was lethal
Now I got my mental health,
I got mad 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 get with knowledge of self
I got mad of self
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, get it
Yo, you gotta, gotta get it,

You don't
You don't
You don't
up, yeah