Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knowledge Of Self, artist - Us3. Album song Hand On The Torch - 20th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: English
Knowledge Of Self |
Rock |
Ge-ge-get down, yeah |
Please listen to this |
Listen to the |
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 |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get it, you gotta get it |
Righteous I live, give props to my mom |
Pops raised me like a winner 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 |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get it, you gotta get it |
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 gray |
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 |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get with knowledge of self |
I got mad knowledge of self |
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, gotta get it |
Yo, you gotta, gotta get it, yeah |
You don’t stop |
You don’t quit |
You don’t quit |
Word up, yeah |