Us3 - Knowledge Of Self lyrics

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 s**ers 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 mutherf**in' 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 Righteous I live, give props to my mom Pops raised me like a oner 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 b**hes The world of fake hugs and fake a** 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 Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't sh** 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 grey 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