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PHAROAHE MONCH lyrics : "Simon Says"

Get the $#&@ up!
Simon Says get the $#&@ up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)

Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your !@%$ (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your !@%$

New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act %#@!ty in the midst of the calm, the witty


Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-$#&@in-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your %#@!'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 %#@! 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 annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point


Get the $#&@ up!
Simon Says get the $#&@ up!

Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your !@%$ (yeahhhhhh)

$#&@ it I said, rub on your !@%$
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
act %#@!ty 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 %#@! don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em

If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it

Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your 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 $#&@ up!
Simon Says get the $#&@ up!

Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your !@%$ (yeahhhhhh)

I said, rub on your !@%$!
New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act %#@!ty in the midst of the calm, the witty


New Jeru, get the $#&@ up!
Shaolin, get the $#&@ up!

Long Isle, get the $#&@ up!
Worldwide, get the $#&@ up!

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