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Rise Of The Northstar

Simon Says

 

Simon Says

(album: Welcame - 2014)


Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
(Boom boom boom boom)
Bruisers in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
Yeah I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

Y'all know the name!
Pharoahe fucking Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range and shit, inebriated
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with the long-term goals
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 and shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter, block shots
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall then you missing the point

Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up
Put your hands to the sky
(Boom boom boom boom)
Brooklyn in the back shooting crack now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
Fuck it, I said rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

Yo, where you at? uptown let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
And shit don't start pumping til after 12 P.M
Uh, 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-s-s
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breasts-s-s
Whether you're riding the train or in Lexuses
This is for either/or Rolies or Timexes-s
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall, then you missing the point

Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhh!)
I said rub on your titties
New York City gritty commitee pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

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

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