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know the name Pharoahe-fuckin-monch, a damn thang changed You all up in the range, your shit's inebriated Phased from your original plan, you I the pain, with a long-term goal Took my underground loot, the gold You sold platinum round the world, I wood in the hood But when I'm in the street, shit it's all good I'm soon to motivate the room, control the like tomb raider Roc-clock flip, tips like a waiter Style's greater, let my annoint If you holdin up the wall, you missin the point
Get the up! Simon get the fuck up! Put hands to the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!) Brooklyn in the shootin craps now what's up? Girlies, rub on titties (yeahhhhhh) Fuck it I said, rub on your New york gritty committee, pity the fool that Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the
(yo, where you at? ) let me see em for the six-fives and the bm's Heads you beef, you put em in the mausoleum And the shit don't pumpin til after 12 pm Ugnh, ignorant minds, I em If you tired of the same old everyday you agree i'm, The most obligated, and r-rated Stated to be the best, I must confess the star it Some might say this song is sexist-es Cause I asked the to rub on their breast-eses Whether your ridin the train or in This is for rollies or timex-eses like exorcist, this is the joint You holdin up the wall, then you missin the
Get the up! Simon says get the up! Throw hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!) The bronx is in the back shootin craps, now up? Girlies, rub on your (yeahhhhhh) I said, rub on titties! New york city gritty commitee, pity the that Act shitty in the of the calm, the witty
New jeru, get the up! Shaolin, get the up! isle, get the fuck up! Worldwide, get the up!