SIMON SAYS lyrics

by

Pharoahe Monch


[Intro]
Oh, f*ck!
Haha

[Verse]
You know I got that east coast style, flowing clean as a shower
Hit the track hard as airplanes against the Twin Towers
Got the power of a .50 cal Desert Eagle shot
Ain't know nobody round here that bring the bars that I brought, so quit trying
You know you won't even get close to me
And I ain't talking Chris Brown when I say I'm Post to Be an artist
sh*t, I mean it when I say that I'm destined
I'm 'bout the most flawless in the game, I say I'm the best in
This category of real rappers of my generation
I'm the sh*t, you're just a temporary porta-potty station
You're p*ss poor when it comes to skill with your words
And I be dropping all this fire sh*t like a Chipotle turd
I could cook a wack rapper so good on this beat
I would smoke that b*tch with my bars, like a Swisher Sweet
Throw some seasoning on him, make him a treat with my heat
I just gave that pig some taste, now he's a delicious meat
I'm nowhere close to wack, listen to rap from Santee
These little Crip sh*t's bars soft as cotton candy
I hit you with a punchline hard as Mike Tyson
Simon said I lit the beat on fire, quick! Call the sirens!
I kidnapped it too, call an AMBER Alert
I'm the icing on the cake, you could call me dessert
I'm ahead, you ain't seen, like an undershirt
Getting taller in the game, and in my life, double growth spurt
Got the hardest bars in San Diego, b*tch, don't deny it
I'm friendly as a person, on the mic, I don't apply it
Never gave a f*ck 'bout anything like I'm a virgin
This Simon Says remix right here's the best version
You hate on me, but I see your homies bumping my sh*t
All my music stay hot, like some sweaty armpits
Got the girls going psycho, like that song by Post Malone
After this song, you'll realize I should be on a throne

[Outro]
It's Reigning Records, b*tch

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