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Monkey, see monkey do, follow this I cue you
The mic is my wine it me cast my voodoo spell
'cos 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, puff a and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin'
Waitin' for the payday, it's soon

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

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

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

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

Girlies wanna get me, is it for me or because I MC?
I give a damn anyway
Hey, skins are skins I 'em any day
But anyway about that
I it's about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the comes first
And with the quickness the will disperse, like that

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

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 think they're it when they really ain't
'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
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 hell ya think ya
You self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But ain't workin' '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 Wick wick wack!
A brother with no 'cos all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this road you would not
Around the way I stay with my people
at some clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my health, word
I got mad knowledge of

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

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

You stop
You quit
You don't
Word up,