Mac Casper
@adonnis - pull up, there's refreshments
[Hook 1]
Get the fukk up
Simon says get the fukk up (get the fukk up, oh wow . . we're breaking new ground here
)
Throw your hands in the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac y'all what's up
Girls, rub on your titties
Yeah I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool (white girls in high school came up with phrases like "itty bitty titty committee
)
That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 1]
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe fukking Monch, ain't a damn thang change (we know the name . . and ain't a damn thing change)
You all up in the Range and shyt, inebriated - (drunk . . .but you said inebriated so you could fit deviated and alleviated in the verse to make dummies go
over it)
Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with 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 shyt it's all good (wood, hood, good . . wow, I'm impressed
)
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider (he controls the room like a video game)
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, styles greater, let my lyrics anoint (waiter . . greater . . if only he through in a punchline/double entrendre about a cheese grater)
If you holding up the wall, then you missing the point
[Hook 2]
Get the fukk up
Simon Says get the fukk up
Put your hands to the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now what's up
Girlies, rub on your titties
fukk it, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 2]
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 shyt don't start pumping till after 12 pm
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
Slated 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 you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rolies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then you missing the point
^ I'm not even going to waste my time with this verse . .
[Hook 3]
Get the fukk up
Simon Says get the fukk up
Throw your hands in the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now what's up
Girls rub on your titties
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Outro]
New Jeru, get the fukk up
Shaolin, get the fukk up
Long Isle, get the fukk up
Worldwide, get the fukk up
Get the fukk up
Simon says get the fukk up (get the fukk up, oh wow . . we're breaking new ground here
)Throw your hands in the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac y'all what's up
Girls, rub on your titties
Yeah I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool (white girls in high school came up with phrases like "itty bitty titty committee
)That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 1]
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe fukking Monch, ain't a damn thang change (we know the name . . and ain't a damn thing change)
You all up in the Range and shyt, inebriated - (drunk . . .but you said inebriated so you could fit deviated and alleviated in the verse to make dummies go
over it)Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with 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 shyt it's all good (wood, hood, good . . wow, I'm impressed
)I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider (he controls the room like a video game
)Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, styles greater, let my lyrics anoint (waiter . . greater . . if only he through in a punchline/double entrendre about a cheese grater)
If you holding up the wall, then you missing the point
[Hook 2]
Get the fukk up
Simon Says get the fukk up
Put your hands to the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now what's up
Girlies, rub on your titties
fukk it, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Verse 2]
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 shyt don't start pumping till after 12 pm
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
Slated 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 you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rolies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then you missing the point
^ I'm not even going to waste my time with this verse . .
[Hook 3]
Get the fukk up
Simon Says get the fukk up
Throw your hands in the sky
(Bo bo bo bo bo)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now what's up
Girls rub on your titties
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shytty in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Outro]
New Jeru, get the fukk up
Shaolin, get the fukk up
Long Isle, get the fukk up
Worldwide, get the fukk up
