Simon Says
Pharoahe Monch Redman Shabaam Sahdeeq Lyrics


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Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty

Yo shut the fuck up!
Luck said shut the fuck up!
Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin' on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What the fuck's goin' on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, in a, cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches vernacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll out-box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
Owww! Fellas pull ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the fuck up!
Funk Doctor Spock said get the fuck up!
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin' like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit enormous hearts
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
(Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods)
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme and you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk with cold shoulders

Yeah get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Jersey in the back, jackin' cars, now wassup?
Girls, rub on ya titties
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City, gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty

Yo yo get the fuck up!
Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up!
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Monch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin' on the game, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'mma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'mma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad
No justice, raider ruckus
Underground 'til we under ground
But y'all first motherfuckers

My thugs, throw up ya set
And shorties rub on ya breasts
Get the fuck up, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat
Stay stickin' fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says shut the fuck up
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up

Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan, been thuggin'
Lovin' the way we flood jewels for nothin'
Lay it over, another ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you with a fuckin' fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some
Like the ghost of a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin' out and you know who's showin' it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about the souls on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin' this money like Leonardo (Do-Do-Do-Do)
Enough substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America
Let us control and own the fuckin' area




Wildin' in your whip until you crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you nigga you better get the fuck up!

Overall Meaning

The song "Simon Says" is a high-energy track featuring raps by Pharoahe Monch, Redman, and Shabaam Sahdeeq, along with a cameo appearance by Busta Rhymes. The lyrics are full of bravado, insults, and boasts about their rap skills, street credibility, and sexual prowess. The chorus instructs the listeners to "get the f*** up" and throw their hands in the sky, while the verses contain various threats, profanity, and references to guns, drugs, and violence.


The opening verse by Pharoahe Monch sets the tone for the song's aggressive and confrontational lyrics. He tells the "bitches in the back" to rub on their titties and warns anyone who acts "shitty" to "get cocked, smacked or fucked up." He also disses other rappers' crews as "vaginal" and brags about his own "flames." Redman's verse continues the theme of sexual innuendo and boasts about his rhyming skills, while Shabaam Sahdeeq's verse features more gun and gangster imagery, along with a reference to British spies selling secrets to the Soviets. Busta Rhymes' verse returns to the aggressive and confrontational tone of the song, threatening anyone who violates his space and boasting about his wealth and power.


Overall, the song can be interpreted as a celebration of rap music's raw and rebellious spirit, as well as a critique of mainstream society's oppression and hypocrisy. The chorus's command to "get the f*** up" can be seen as a call to action for listeners to stand up against injustice and oppression. The lyrics also represent a form of hyper-masculine bravado that emphasizes aggression, dominance, and sexual conquest, which can be seen as problematic for perpetuating harmful gender stereotypes.


Line by Line Meaning

Get the fuck up!
Wake up and pay attention!


Simon says get the fuck up!
I'm commanding you to get up and listen!


Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
Raise your hands up high and show your excitement!


Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?
Representing Queens in the back, having a good time!


Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Ladies, embrace your femininity and feel empowered!


Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
Yes, I meant what I said, it's about embracing your body!


New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
We represent the tough side of New York, don't mess with us!


In the midst of the calm, the witty
Even in a calm situation, we're still mentally sharp and clever!


Yo shut the fuck up!
Hey, be quiet and listen!


Luck said shut the fuck up!
Luck is telling you to be quiet and pay attention!


Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
Women in the background having a great time, just like cutting up crack!


I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
I'm speaking for those women you label as stuck up!


Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Man up and you'll face the consequences!


Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Bring our crew over here, Luck is well-known!


Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin' on the game
We dominate and outshine everyone else in the game!


I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
You might think your lyrics are hot, but you're just a coward!


Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
I can sense that your crew lacks courage, it's obvious!


Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
I bring a coolness and calmness like a summer breeze!


Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Four of us together, but one gets lost or separated like Dru Hill!


Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Continue looking good until it makes you feel nauseous, it's impressive!


Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
You only have two options: fight or surrender, it's the brutal truth!


What the fuck's goin' on here, just a minute now, hold up
Wait a moment, something strange is happening!


Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
My clever and evil thoughts strike when it's time, I will defeat and dominate, roll up!


When I'm, in a, cinematography state of mind
I'm in a creative and artistic mindset, ready to create amazing visuals!


My rap trip, rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme
My rap style is dynamic and powerful, I deliver my verses flawlessly!


Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches vernacular
I confidently run and deliver incredible rhymes, showcasing my unique style!


Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
My flow of rhymes is amazing and divine, let's go back to the pure essence of hip-hop!


Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll out-box ya
My rap attack is strong and swift, I will overpower and outperform you!


Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
Ladies, embrace and celebrate your bodies, show off your breasts and curves!


Owww! Fellas pull ya cock out
Guys, show your masculinity and assert yourself!


On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
I'm ready to unleash powerful verses, aiming for a knockout in the third round!


Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
I deliver rhymes that defeat and humble frustrated rappers!


Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
I annihilate the competition, turning off their shine like the Clapper lights!


The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave
I dominate the microphone, overpowering opponents like a slave master!


Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
I isolate and separate him from his crew, leaving him lost and unsure of how to act!


Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Now, humiliate him and rob him of his money and possessions!


Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
Expect me to celebrate and honor myself with a salute of twenty-one gunshots, showing my dominance!


That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven shots to honor and remember 2pac!


Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven shots to honor and remember Biggie Smalls!


Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
Seven shots to honor and remember Freaky Tah, a rapper who impacted the neighborhood!


How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
This is how we celebrate and pay homage, with explosive and energetic rap that still maintains its composure!


Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed
I'm Pharoahe Monch, and I'm still the same talented artist!


Yo yo get the fuck up!
Hey, everyone get up and pay attention!


Funk Doctor Spock said get the fuck up!
Funk Doctor Spock commands you to get up and pay attention!


I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I have a gun named Nina and I keep it hidden for protection!


I leave a nigga hangin' like ya mom's muffler
I leave people hanging, just like your mom's car muffler!


Snuff her, then my boys follow up
I hit first, and my crew will continue the attack!


Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up
I demand respect, just like The Fonz with his signature style!


I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I fire off my rhymes fast, and then reload for more!


I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
I attack your town in a reckless and explosive manner, just like a suicide bomber!


Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I have a sharp and precise style, catching the attention of women!


I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I have sexual prowess, able to satisfy women as if I've been practicing yoga for years!


I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
I'm intoxicated and high, losing my sense of identity!


Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
Drinking Hennesy has made me intoxicated, that's why I carry a smaller version of myself as a reminder!


I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I demand personal space when I'm ready to perform!


I push a armored car wit enormous hearts
I dominate the scene with confidence and fearlessness!


Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
I may not be on the music charts, but I still have a big impact!


Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot
I'm getting serious and dangerous with just a warning shot!


Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
I drive away and cause chaos in your neighborhood!


(Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods)
We don't care about the fame, we focus on our tight rhymes and taking what we want!


Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme and you fold over
Yes, my friend, with just one powerful rhyme, you'll be defeated and humbled!


I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk with cold shoulders
I might appear calm, but I have a temper and a cold demeanor!


Yeah get the fuck up!
Hey, everyone get up and pay attention!


Simon says get the fuck up!
I'm commanding you to get up and listen!


Jersey in the back, jackin' cars, now wassup?
Representing New Jersey in the background, causing trouble and stealing cars!


Girls, rub on ya titties
Ladies, embrace and celebrate your bodies!


(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties
Yes, I meant what I said, celebrate your breasts!


Brick City, gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
We represent tough and gritty Brick City, don't mess with us!


In the midst of the calm, the witty
Even in a calm situation, we're still mentally sharp and clever!


Yo yo get the fuck up!
Hey, everyone get up and pay attention!


Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up!
Yes, I emphasized it, get up and listen!


Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
If you walk through Shaolin, you'll get robbed and held up!


Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
I search for targets and destroy them, I'm the toughest when I'm confident!


Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Monch, why we came what?
You recognize our names, and wonder why we're here!


We off the chain, plus we plottin' on the game, what?
We're unpredictable and don't follow the rules, and we're planning on taking over the game!


Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
Understand your position, and protect your valuable possessions!


And you and your mic can ease on down the road
You and your microphone can leave and find another path!


Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Everyone has their own opinions, just like everyone has an asshole!


Shootin' in the sky tryin' to blast sun
We're shooting our guns in the sky, trying to take down the sun!


Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
We accelerate quickly, catching everyone off guard!


Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
We're flashing our wealth, causing others to hate us intensely!


Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion
We're driving fast, but still maintaining a fresh and stylish appearance!


Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'
You have your style, and I have mine, but when we come together, there's conflict!


Here's a Tunnel banger
Here's a hit song that's popular at the Tunnel club!


Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
We bring a punishment like the Wu-Tang Clan, as deadly as a gas chamber!


This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
I'm going to inflict pain on you, but it will hurt me emotionally as well!


Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
I'm going to hit you hard, just like the slap a doctor gives a newborn baby!


Just so you can feel me
I want you to understand and experience my intensity!


The same way I'mma feel this world when it kill me
I will feel the world's harshness and cruelty in the same way before it destroys me!


Even if time stands still, I'mma still be
Even if everything stops, I will continue to exist and be present!


Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
We're dirty and rebellious, we demand our own path like the Milky Way in the sky!


Innocent until I'm proven guilty
I will be seen as innocent until there is evidence to prove me guilty!


Never got caught in the game of tag
I've never been caught or labeled in the game of competition!


Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad
My mother never stayed with a man who couldn't handle us troublemaking kids!


No justice, raider ruckus
There's no fairness or rule of law, chaos and disorder reign!


Underground 'til we under ground
We will remain underground until we're buried beneath the ground!


But y'all first motherfuckers
But you will be the first ones to experience our wrath!


My thugs, throw up ya set
My gangsters, represent your group!


And shorties rub on ya breasts
And ladies, embrace and celebrate your bodies!


Get the fuck up, outta that dress, I palm tits
Get up and remove your clothes, I want to touch your breasts!


You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
You weak individuals will be overturned and defeated like jeeps on dangerous cliffs!


I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
I will tear through your body, my rhymes are deadly and precise!


Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
I am Double-S, a double threat, and you should double your wager on my success!


Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
If you choose to invest in me, you'll be rewarded with a doubled return!


You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
You're just imitating and copying other successful artists like Biggie, Jay-Z, and Diddy!


And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
And I guarantee that when I become successful, you'll start imitating my style!


Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
I'm Shabaam Sahdeeq, I will destroy your crew and erase their existence!


Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
You weak rappers are fragile and vulnerable, just like a drug addict's body!


I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat
I remain on the streets, involved in the music and always armed!


Stay stickin' fools like you for the rocks that gleam
I'm ready to attack and rob people like you who are attracted to shiny things!


So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Get rid of your valuable possession, you should have protected it better!


Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
I will head to Canal Street, appreciate the value of that item, and then sell it for money!


You froze up, Sahdeeq says shut the fuck up
You're scared and stunned, Sahdeeq is telling you to be quiet and listen!


Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up
Weak individuals will get hit with the butt of a gun and restrained!


Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan, been thuggin'
Busta Rhymes is tough and has been involved in street life, just like Hacksaw Jim Duggan!


Lovin' the way we flood jewels for nothin'
We love the way we acquire expensive jewelry without spending much!


Lay it over, another ambush we take over
We dominate and take control, launching unexpected attacks!


Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
We not only make money, we also process and distribute drugs!


You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Take care of yourself and be cautious, especially during late hours!


Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Otherwise, you might end up dead and have a postmortem photo circulating online!


Yo if you ever violate my space
If you ever invade my territory or disrespect me!


Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you with a fuckin' fat face
I won't just hurt your mouth, I'll disfigure your entire face!


Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some
I'm the attractive and charismatic Busta Rhymes, and I'll kidnap you for money and more!


Like the ghost of a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
I will be forever present and dominant, just like a ghost haunting a house!


Bitches, snitches comin' out and you know who's showin' it
Women and informants are revealing secrets and betraying others, we know who they are!


Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Just like how British civil servants betrayed their country by revealing secrets to the Soviets!


Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
You guys are seamless fakes, pretending to be friends!


Live on about the souls on a bunch of seamless ends
You continue to live, but you're soulless and without substance!


Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho
We're colossal in our talent and impact, me and my partner Pharoahe Monch!


The head honcho, gettin' this money like Leonardo (Do-Do-Do-Do)
I'm the leader, obtaining wealth and success like Leonardo DiCaprio!


Enough substance in the roughness
There's still depth and meaning in our ruggedness!


Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now witness our success and abundance reappear incredibly!


Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend
Now let me expose and debunk the lies and illusions you create!


Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Real and authentic music that will boost your confidence and self-worth!


Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America
Declare your loyalty to the collective of real, live individuals in America!


Let us control and own the fuckin' area
Allow us to dominate and take ownership of the entire area!


Wildin' in your whip until you crash the whole truck up
Causing chaos and reckless behavior in your car until you completely wreck it!


And if you know what's good for you nigga you better get the fuck up!
And if you're smart and value your life, you better get up and pay attention!




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

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@RahmeezyMbeezy11

Hardest beat ever

@tihipp217

Rahmel Brown who was on this production

@PaulBadman

Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch produced this

@sheilaechols3272

Rahmel Brown
EVER......i mean best beat too💪💪

@hebrew26commandmentspower55

PUT yo hands where my eyes can see

@titilius1

Godzilla

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@mikewalkerjr9822

Method Man’s flow is perfect for ANY RAP BEAT....He just belongs in a song....He has arguably the best cadence of All-Time

@dniquenation

Him or Big

@g-dott1080

Fun fact: he was Biggie’s favorite rapper.

@JakeT89

Love meth but treach has the best flow of all time, dude could rhyme in time to nails down a chalkboard!

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