Get the f**k up

Simon says get the f**k up

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 t**s

Yeah I said it, rub on your t**s

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 f**g 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 long-term goals

Took my underground loot, without the gold