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pharoahe monch - simon says lyrics

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get the f-ck up, simon says get the f-ck up
throw your hands in the sky
queens is in the back sippin’
yak y’all what’s up?

girls, rub on your t-tties
yeah, i said it, rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee, pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

y’all know the name
pharoahe-f-ckin’-monch, ain’t a d-mn thang changed
you all up in the range, then your sh-t’s inebriated
phased from your original plan, you deviated

i alleviated the pain with a long-term goal
took my underground loot without the gold
you sold platinum round the world, i sold wood in the hood
but when i’m in the street, then sh-t it’s all good

i’m soon to motivate the room, control the game like tomb raider
roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
style’s greater, let my lyrics anoint
if you holdin’ up the wall, then you missin’ the point

get the f-ck up
simon says get the f-ck up
put your hands to the sky
brooklyn in the back shootin’ cr-ps now what’s up?

girlies, rub on your t-tties
f-ck it i said, rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee, pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

(yo, where you at?)
uptown let me see ’em
notorious for the six-fives and the bm’s
heads give you beef, you put ’em in the mausoleum

and the sh-t don’t start pumpin’ ’til after 12 p.m.
ignorant minds, i free ’em
if you tired of the same old everyday you will agree
i’m the most obligated, hard and are-rated

stated to be the best, i must confess the star made it
some might even say this song is s-xist-es
’cause i asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
whether you’re ridin’ the train or in lexus-es

this is for either or rollies or timex-eses
wicked like exorcist, this is the joint
you holdin’ up the wall
then you missin’ the point

get the f-ck up
simon says get the f-ck up
throw your hands in the sky
the bronx is in the back shootin’ cr-ps, now what’s up?

girlies, rub on your t-tties
i said, rub on your t-tties
new york city gritty committee, pity the fool that
act sh-tty in the midst of the calm, the witty

new jeru, get the f-ck up
shaolin, get the f-ck up
long isle, get the f-ck up
worldwide, get the f-ck up

- pharoahe monch lyrics

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