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Monkey, see monkey do, follow when 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 bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and I might go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room tunes
Waitin' for the payday, coming soon

is my home, better yet my war zone
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 like
All nonsense, brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't it
I think we need a little help,
Brothers gotta find of self

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

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

Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or I MC?
I don't a damn anyway
Hey, are skins I stick 'em any day
But anyway about that
I think about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause the chorus comes first
And with the quickness the verse 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 get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of
You gotta get it, you get it

Some brothers think they're it when they ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't a job, I know you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the ride mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the ya think ya pleasin'?
You lack self-esteem so you try to and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how such a fool
I keep a stern face as fakin' moves

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

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

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

You stop
You don't
You don't
Word up,