Pharoahe Monch Simon Says Lyrics

Get the f___ up!
Simon Says get the f___ 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 t__ties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your t__ties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act s___ty in the midst of the calm, the witty

Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-f___in-Monch, ain't a d___ thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your s___'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 s___ 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
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point

Get the f___ up!
Simon Says get the f___ up!
Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin c___s now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your t__ties (yeahhhhhh)
f___ it I said, rub on your t__ties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
act s___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 s___ 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 s__ist-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 f___ up!
Simon Says get the f___ up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
The Bronx is in the back shootin c___s, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your t__ties (yeahhhhhh)
I said, rub on your t__ties!
New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act s___ty in the midst of the calm, the witty

New Jeru, get the f___ up!
Shaolin, get the f___ up!
Long Isle, get the f___ up!
Worldwide, get the f___ up!

See also:

9
9.76
Deas Vail Shoreline Lyrics
Jaime Sin Tierra Inquieto Lyrics