Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lighters, artist - First LightDate of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lighters |
| «We have a group on our show tonight, that goes beyond the sounds of today |
| As a matter of fact it’s more like the sounds of outer space |
| Ladies and gentlemen, the sound-sound.» |
| My microphone the hammer of Thor |
| Ladies scream like their finger got jammed in the door |
| It’s like I been here before |
| Since the day of the Moor |
| Ask baby her religion she said Christian Dior |
| Now pour it out, you should do the libations |
| You can feel the energy through the vibrations |
| You’re witnessing hip-hop's beautification |
| Yep, we represent a unified nation |
| Racing, pacing everyday spent in the basement |
| Blazing and building like a Mason |
| Or chillin' like a lazy bum |
| You know it’s funny how these years go by |
| The shorter the days become |
| I’m a raisin in the sun |
| Doing it the way it’s done |
| Flip rages (?), run |
| Cadence is sharp as razors |
| Off the pages |
| My thoughts are dangerous |
| Like I popped a banger from an awkward angle |
| I go into and get intimate to get them interested |
| When my writtens (?) ripe up out the grime (?) with the grit |
| And put the rhyme with wit |
| My mind is fit |
| My long dick |
| Hard enough to make a diamond split |
| What time is it? |
| Aw shit, they got cheap knock-offs for sale |
| I see the future like George Orwellian theory |
| Here me William Cooper with the alien |
| Old school, I roll with the homosapien |
| They saying «slow down Op, you gotta break 'em in» |
| 1 comma 24 zeros septillion |
| I’m thinking big my nig |
| What’s really then? |
| I do it for my great grandbaby, stay militant |
| Hook: |
| Everybody right there tell me where ya from |
| Bob ya head so hard til' it turn ya dumb |
| Put your lighter in the air til' it burn ya thumb |
| Put your lighters in the air til' it burn ya thumb |
| Huh? |
| You want it, I’mma serve ya some |
| Look, I don’t even care if you ain’t heard this song |
| Turn it up! |
| Represent where ya from |
| Put your lighters in the air till it burn ya thumb |
| A said hold up your ganja until your finger tips brown |
| I’m getting' lit now, then I finna get down |
| If your lighter goes out, rekindle it now |
| If a sucker right next to you, hit I’m in the lip, POW! |
| I’m just joking, don’t get your panties in a bunch |
| I light party up, like putting' brandy in the punch |
| I’m crafty in the clutch, happy in the cuts |
| With a chick that’s looking at my like stab me in the guts |
| It’s A-Plus, the man nuts, ask em |
| Alien genes I bet my grandson has em |
| In high demand because the man’s so handsome |
| Put your hands up and flick your lighter for the anthem |
| Welcome my people, return to the regal |
| Follow me through the entrance to the cathedral |
| Put your lighters up so you can see through the darkness |
| Hiero lines up any proceedings you start with |
| Peace to all the brothers that had my back in crack wars |
| Whenever I rap, we all shine like Black Star |
| Bounce to the beat from the bay, we innovators |
| Let your lighters burn just like incinerators |
| Hook: |
| Everybody right there tell me where ya from |
| Bob ya head so hard til' it turn ya dumb |
| Put your lighter in the air til' it burn ya thumb |
| Put your lighters in the air til' it burn ya thumb |
| Huh? |
| You want it, I’mma serve ya some |
| Look, I don’t even care if you ain’t heard this song |
| Turn it up! |
| Represent where ya from |
| Put your lighters in the air till it burn ya thumb |