Pharoahe Monch Lyrics

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Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh, ahh

Get the fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck 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 titties (yeah!)
Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (uh)
You all up in ya Range and shit, 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 fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck 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 titties (yeah!)
Yeah, fuck it, I said rub on your titties (uh huh)
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty 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 shit don't stop pumping 'til after 12pm
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 sexist-es
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-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 fuck up
Simon says, "Get the fuck 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 titties (yeah!)
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty

New Jeruz (get the fuck up)
Shaolin (get the fuck up) (yeah)

Long Isle (get the fuck up) (come on)
Worldwide (get the fuck up) (come on, come on)

Overall Meaning

The song "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monch is a hip-hop classic that showcases the rapper's skills and lyrical flow. The song's opening line, "Get the fuck up," sets the tone for the track, which is a call to action for listeners to get up and dance. The chorus instructs listeners to throw their hands in the air, while Pharoahe Monch raps about a range of topics, including his own name and reputation in the rap game, his disdain for those who deviate from their original goals, and his ability to control a room with his lyrics.

Throughout the song, Pharoahe Monch uses wordplay and clever rhymes to keep the energy and momentum going. He also takes a playful approach by encouraging girls to rub on their titties and referencing various neighborhoods and regions throughout New York and beyond. Ultimately, "Simon Says" is a fun and upbeat song that is sure to get any party started.

Line by Line Meaning

Get the fuck up
Start moving, get up and take action

Simon says, "Get the fuck up"
I am giving you a direct order, get up and do it

Throw your hands in the sky (buh-buh-buh-buh-buh!)
Raise your hands up high, show enthusiasm and energy

Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all, what's up?
People from Queens are drinking cognac in the background, what's going on?

Girls, rub on your titties (yeah!)
Women, touch your breasts in a sexual manner

Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
I am not afraid to say what I want, do it

New York City gritty committee pity the fool That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
The group of people who appreciate New York City's roughness will not tolerate someone acting poorly when things are peaceful

Y'all know the name (uh) Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed (uh)
You should know who I am, Pharoahe Monch, and even after all this time, I am still the same

You all up in ya Range and shit, inebriated (uh huh) Strayed from your original plan, you deviated
You are drunk and off track, you have deviated from your original goals

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 found relief in working towards long-term goals, not just short-term success. I made money underground, not in the mainstream. You may have sold more, but I am still respected in my community

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
I will soon inspire a group of people, I have control and power like a video game. I make money, have great style, and my lyrics have a transformative power. If you are not actively participating, you are not understanding the true meaning

Brooklyn in the back shooting craps now, what's up?
People from Brooklyn are gambling in the background, what's happening?

Girlies, rub on your titties (yeah!) Yeah, fuck it, I said rub on your titties (uh huh)
Women, touch your breasts sexually, and I don't care if people judge me for saying it

Yo, where you at? Uptown, let me see 'em Notorious for the six-fives and the BMs
Where are you from? Uptown? Show me what you got. This is the area known for their luxury vehicles

Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum And shit don't stop pumping 'til after 12pm
If people are causing problems for you, you eliminate them. Things don't stop until past midnight

Uh, ignorant minds—I free 'em If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree, I'm
I help people with closed-mindedness to see things differently. If you are tired of mundane life, you will agree that I am a breath of fresh air

The most obligated, hard and R-rated Slated to be the best, I must confess—the star made it
I have a lot of responsibilities, I am tough and inappropriate. I am meant to be the best, and I must admit that I have achieved it

Some might even say this song is sexist-es 'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Some people may think this song is sexist because I asked women to touch their breasts

Whether you're riding the train or a Lexus-es This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Whether you are rich or poor, this applies to you. Whether you have a fancy watch or a regular one

Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint You holding up the wall then you missing the point
This song is powerful, like a horror movie. If you are not actively participating, you are not understanding the true meaning

New Jeruz (get the fuck up) Shaolin (get the fuck up) (yeah) Long Isle (get the fuck up) (come on) Worldwide (get the fuck up) (come on, come on)
People from different places, get up and take action. This applies to everyone in the world

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Troy Donald Jamerson

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