| Rock
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| Ge-ge-get down, yeah
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| Please listen to this
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| Listen to the
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| Monkey, see monkey do, follow this when I cue you
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| The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
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| Hell 'cos I’m F U N K Y
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| Suckers try to flex I say, «Why, oh why?»
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| 'Cos I don’t bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
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| Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
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| But if not I’m in my room pumpin' tunes
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| Waitin' for the payday, it’s coming soon
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| Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
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| Why did I say that? |
| 'Cos it’s a mutherfuckin' fact
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| Kids around the way know what’s up, they can’t front
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| Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
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| All over nonsense, brothers die constant
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| I’m looking for an answer, I can’t find it
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| I think we need a little help, word
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| Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get it, you gotta get it
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| Righteous I live, give props to my mom
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| Pops raised me like a winner never settled for smaller
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| I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
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| Got knowledge in my dome
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| In command of my life, never ever live trife
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| Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
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| Now I’m on my road to riches and bitches
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| The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
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| Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC?
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| I don’t give a damn anyway
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| Hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any day
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| But anyway enough about that
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| I think it’s about time for drip to rip the rap
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| Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
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| And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get it, you gotta get it
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| Some brothers think they’re it when they really ain’t shit
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| Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
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| But c’mon, you don’t have a job, I know you’re frontin' hard
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| Borrowed the ride from mom
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| What’s the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya pleasin'?
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| You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
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| But that ain’t workin' 'cos I’m smirkin' thinkin' how you’re such a fool
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| I keep a stern face as you’re fakin' moves
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| I’m this, I’m that, I’m hip, I’m phat
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| Know what you are? |
| Wick wick wack!
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| A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is gray
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| If you knew who you were this road you would not play
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| Around the way I must stay with my people
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| Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
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| Now I got my mental health, word
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get with knowledge of self
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| I got mad knowledge of self
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| You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, gotta get it
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| Yo, you gotta, gotta get it, yeah
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| You don’t stop
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| You don’t quit
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| You don’t quit
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| Word up, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knowledge Of Self , by - Us3. Song from the album Hand On The Torch - 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп