Tech N9ne - S.I.M.O.N. Says lyrics

Verse 1: Simon says I can make a grip if I unload this clip And empty off in another, if I want to get payed Ain't no games to be played Scarface I watch on a daily basis Smokin laces Goin different places Stickin millie in they faces No cases Lucky me Cuzz Simon said im gonna live through the shoot of sellin Big budda Blunts big enough for a pharmacital distrubtor Pimp you tha Go down on how many words demanded me And Bakari, Evil Ward, PKW I ran this My sh** was landed Playa vision was my decison f**in school cuzz my teachers a fool for followin rules When I make that run, when I make that sound when I pop that gun Leaving demons numb Releasing feecies, piss and cum Now my futures looking manic, satanic, forces ran it Dammnit, im ?, straight up panic And it dont matter none to me cuzz Simon got my head Im mentaly dead And i'll pump you full of lead Just because Simon said Chorus: Simon says Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect Oh yea Simon says Verse 2: b**hes, Biancas, and b*atchresses is all the same Simon says he already equipped me with hella game What did he want from me? Small deeds And get nothing, but i'll run up in it, all creeds, planting the seeds He said I can stick it with no protection I know flection, with a ho with no J on my erection Its not a god call, hittin this fraud wall, im just an oddball Running back and forth through Todd Hall All, these b**hes, swingin on my inches Thinkin that they gettin white picket fences, on my expenses Simon said no worries Akuna Matata, but my dick is heated like an anchalota Its gettin hotta Nobody move, nobody get burned Bullsh** if I more flex, I guess im on it when I get dressed in the latex I bone it But I dont cum n***as like me end up dead f**ed up naked head Just becasue Simon said Chorus: 2x Verse 3: Sex, Indiga, Money, Obsession, Neglect Thats waht S.I.M.O.N meens But I heard this voice say "Hey Tech what about your dreams?" f** that dreamin and do this dirt, said thats how im gonan win You gotta act like you want to be livin fat like a samoin Could it be endless listening to Simon This time I chose to kick rhymes Get mines, the big times waitin for me Was tryin to get signed Heard my moms got a record deal with Jimmy Jam and Terry Louis Prospective, now im the straight bomb BOOM, in the face, im on the paper chase Simon said he couldn't beleive I resorted to rhymin Throw your sh** together No time for relaxin Time to go back to popin your 9 milli jackin So what, im stuck, but, im hearing voices saying f** that n***a named Simon Get with a n***a named Diamond And now, a n***a from the MidWest Is bout to have these biancas hearing me wide spread fu*k WHAT SIMON SAID! Chorus 3x