Knowledge Of Self

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    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

    (chorus)
    I got mad knowledge of self
    You gotta get with knowledge of self

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    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

    (chorus)

    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

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