Pharoahe Monch-Simon Says (Unofficial Vocals)

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𝗣𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗵-𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝘆𝘀 (𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh, ahh
Get the f*ck up
Simon says, "Get the f*ck up"
Throw your hands in the sky (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?
Girls, rub on your t*tt**s (yeah)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your t*tt**s
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act sh*tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe f*ckin' Monch, ain't a d*mn thing changed (uh)
You all up in ya Range and sh*t, inebriated (uh huh)
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 shit, it's all good
I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter
Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get the f*ck up
Simon says, "Get the f*ck up"
Put your hands to the sky (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?
Girlies, rub on your t*tt**s (yeah)
Yeah, f*ck it, I said rub on your t*tt*s (uh huh)
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act sh*tty 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 sh*t don't start pumping 'til 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 s*xist-es
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their br**st-eses
Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holding up the wall then you missing the point
Get the f*ck up
Simon says, "Get the f*ck up"
Throw your hands in the sky (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
The Bronx is in the back shooting craps now, what's up?
Girls rub on your t*tt**s (yeah)
I said, rub on your t*tt**s
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act sh*tty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeruz, get the f*ck up
Shaolin (yeah) get the f*ck up
Long Isle (come on) get the f*ck up
Worldwide (come on, come on) get the f*ck up

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