Knowledge Of Self
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๐ Lyrics
Monkey see monkey do follow this when I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
Hell 'cos I'm f-u-n-k-y
Suckers try to flex I say why oh why
'Cos I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming soon
Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
Why did I say that? 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know what's up, they can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
All over nonsense brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't find it
I think we need a little help, word
Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
Righteous I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me like a oner never settled for smaller
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my dome
In command of my life, never ever live trife
Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
I don't give a damn anyway, hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any
Day
But anyway enough about that
I think it's about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
Pleasin'?
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're
Such a fool
I keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves
"I'm this I'm that I'm hip I'm phat"
Know what you are? Wick wick wack!
A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is grey
If you knew who you were this road you would not play
Around the way I must stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health, word
I got mad knowledge of self
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
Hell 'cos I'm f-u-n-k-y
Suckers try to flex I say why oh why
'Cos I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming soon
Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
Why did I say that? 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know what's up, they can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
All over nonsense brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't find it
I think we need a little help, word
Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
Righteous I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me like a oner never settled for smaller
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my dome
In command of my life, never ever live trife
Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
I don't give a damn anyway, hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any
Day
But anyway enough about that
I think it's about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
Pleasin'?
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're
Such a fool
I keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves
"I'm this I'm that I'm hip I'm phat"
Know what you are? Wick wick wack!
A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is grey
If you knew who you were this road you would not play
Around the way I must stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health, word
I got mad knowledge of self
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.77] Monkey see monkey do follow this when I cue you
[00:22.78] The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
[00:24.80] Hell 'cos I'm f-u-n-k-y
[00:27.34] Suckers try to flex I say why oh why
[00:29.80] 'Cos I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
[00:32.68] Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip bacardi
[00:35.06] But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes
[00:37.27] Waitin' for the payday, it's coming soon
[00:39.77] Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
[00:42.13] Why did I say that? 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
[00:44.80] Kids around the way know what's up, they can't front
[00:47.33] Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
[00:49.70] All over nonsense brothers die constant
[00:51.92] I'm looking for an answer, I can't find it
[00:54.73] I think we need a little help, word
[00:57.04] Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
[01:00.24] I got mad knowledge of self
[01:02.11] You gotta get with knowledge of self
[01:05.16] Righteous I live, give props to my mom
[01:21.08] Pops raised me like a oner never settled for smaller
[01:23.66] I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
[01:27.09] Got knowledge in my dome
[01:29.07] In command of my life, never ever live trife
[01:31.45] Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
[01:33.68] Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
[01:36.14] The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
[01:38.52] Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
[01:41.92] I don't give a damn anyway, hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any
[01:47.98] Day
[01:49.17] But anyway enough about that
[01:50.34] I think it's about time for drip to rip the rap
[01:53.06] Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
[01:55.75] And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
[01:58.74] I got mad knowledge of self
[02:00.70] You gotta get with knowledge of self
[02:17.26] Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
[02:20.01] Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
[02:22.37] But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hard
[02:25.73] Borrowed the ride from mom
[02:27.38] What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
[02:29.31] Pleasin'?
[02:30.34] You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
[02:32.12] But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're
[02:34.01] Such a fool
[02:34.76] I keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves
[02:37.17] "I'm this I'm that I'm hip I'm phat"
[02:39.25] Know what you are? Wick wick wack!
[02:41.81] A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is grey
[02:44.27] If you knew who you were this road you would not play
[02:47.22] Around the way I must stay with my people
[02:49.19] Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
[02:51.43] Now I got my mental health, word
[02:54.22] I got mad knowledge of self
[03:24.47]
[00:22.78] The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
[00:24.80] Hell 'cos I'm f-u-n-k-y
[00:27.34] Suckers try to flex I say why oh why
[00:29.80] 'Cos I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
[00:32.68] Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip bacardi
[00:35.06] But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes
[00:37.27] Waitin' for the payday, it's coming soon
[00:39.77] Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
[00:42.13] Why did I say that? 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
[00:44.80] Kids around the way know what's up, they can't front
[00:47.33] Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
[00:49.70] All over nonsense brothers die constant
[00:51.92] I'm looking for an answer, I can't find it
[00:54.73] I think we need a little help, word
[00:57.04] Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
[01:00.24] I got mad knowledge of self
[01:02.11] You gotta get with knowledge of self
[01:05.16] Righteous I live, give props to my mom
[01:21.08] Pops raised me like a oner never settled for smaller
[01:23.66] I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
[01:27.09] Got knowledge in my dome
[01:29.07] In command of my life, never ever live trife
[01:31.45] Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
[01:33.68] Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
[01:36.14] The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
[01:38.52] Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
[01:41.92] I don't give a damn anyway, hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any
[01:47.98] Day
[01:49.17] But anyway enough about that
[01:50.34] I think it's about time for drip to rip the rap
[01:53.06] Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
[01:55.75] And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
[01:58.74] I got mad knowledge of self
[02:00.70] You gotta get with knowledge of self
[02:17.26] Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
[02:20.01] Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
[02:22.37] But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hard
[02:25.73] Borrowed the ride from mom
[02:27.38] What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
[02:29.31] Pleasin'?
[02:30.34] You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
[02:32.12] But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're
[02:34.01] Such a fool
[02:34.76] I keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves
[02:37.17] "I'm this I'm that I'm hip I'm phat"
[02:39.25] Know what you are? Wick wick wack!
[02:41.81] A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is grey
[02:44.27] If you knew who you were this road you would not play
[02:47.22] Around the way I must stay with my people
[02:49.19] Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
[02:51.43] Now I got my mental health, word
[02:54.22] I got mad knowledge of self
[03:24.47]