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Monkey, see monkey do, follow when I cue you
The mic is my wine it me cast 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 pumpin' tunes
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming

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, can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up blunts
All nonsense, brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't it
I think we need a help, word
gotta find knowledge of self

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

I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me a winner never settled for smaller
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a
Got knowledge in my
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 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 chorus first
And with the the verse will disperse, like that

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

Some brothers think they're it they really ain't shit
'bout their new car and that their pockets 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 ya think ya pleasin'?
You self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're such a
I keep a face as you're fakin' moves

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

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

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

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