
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Push Up Ya Lighter |
Yeahh. |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark — check it out |
Southeast to Pennsylvania, Transporation Authority |
is what I’m probably on, if I ain’t whippin a Land |
throughout ya sec-tion, my mind’s in traum' |
Nine times out of time I rhymes upon the L Train |
Within my brain, foun-tains over rugged moun-tains |
of my terrain, diggit I came too far to front |
So I’m meditatin on how to maintain |
Stepped off at City Hall into the rain; |
and ran into my nigga named Dane — I mean Hakeem |
And we was buildin on how we could organize the team |
for this capital gain bein that we in the rap game |
It’s time to have it all, he said he figured he same |
We realized this a planet of CREAM, to obtain |
when the predominant rap, conglomerate rap spark the flame |
Hark the name, The Fifth from the Ill-Power Hill at that |
He dropped me off within the streets of South Phil' |
Where niggaz think that killing’s living real |
Shorties is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it |
We don’t sweat it, by The Fifth you get beheaded |
I pivot through my borough givin pounds to the dreaded |
At the lye spots I got credit; |
could run em down |
in alphabetic-al order it’s sorta pathetic |
Yo, I’m livin life within a labryinth of nonsense |
This is a consequence of being Philly residents |
Tryin to get it on, the rhythm gettin shitted on |
The exquisite I exhibit to shine, yo |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark — check it out |
I walk through this field with 'iminals |
Ill die-hard soldiers, try to make it to-wards the generals |
Hard-headed rugged captains, walkin head on through action |
Turnkeys on the closed caption |
I bring the skills of wizardry |
Treat MC’s with bigotry, so now you see the picture vividly |
Seduce your brain from the temple over instrumentals |
The Fifth chant, you see the exhaust out |
the swift camp -- mannerism is to scan your vision |
You see the light, you can’t eclipse the sun |
We call back the young, but still they’ll strap a gun |
to shoot caps that spook cats and rappers hung |
Now you might tube across from the diners where you find em lost |
Niggaz hearts so cold, they sport frost |
The M-the-Illi-tant, the Bad Lieutenant kill your camp |
You’re now a victim of reality, my personality |
afflicted, for three to five if convicted |
Illicit, because most cats will live corrupted |
It ain’t no pity in this inner city niggaz fuckin |
Exquisite I exhibit the shine now check it out |
Yeahh. |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark — check it out |
Inclined to rap about facts, I never fake jacks |
Shit is Real like E packs, forty-fifty-sixes |
Trims and gimmicks, couldn’t faze the true heartache |
when I first started, but then few remember this |
Anti-Gangsta Bitch, sporting new jew-als |
Plain Jane styles internal, to the naked eye |
Derived from mindstates of Cold Crush tapes |
and beat breaks seduced by means to elevate |
Equates my views with the passing |
Those matching this intellect identify, for like minds |
Intertwine one thought in uni-son |
We exquisite I exhibit the shine, ahhh |
Yeahh. |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark the fire |
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind |
All my peoples that be knowin the time; |
c’mon |
and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter |
Up ya lighter, 'fore we spark — check it out |
Name | Year |
---|---|
You Got Me ft. Erykah Badu, Eve, Tariq Trotter | 1999 |
Don't Say Nuthin' | 2003 |
The Fire ft. John Legend | 2009 |
The Seed (2.0) ft. Cody Chestnutt | 2011 |
Burnin' And Lootin' ft. The Roots, Black Thought | 1998 |
How I Got Over | 2009 |
Here I Come ft. Dice Raw, Malik B. | 2005 |
Section | 2011 |
Rising Down ft. Mos Def, Styles P | 2007 |
The OtherSide ft. Bilal Oliver, Greg Porn | 2010 |
Tip The Scale ft. Dice Raw | 2010 |
In The Music ft. Malik B. | 2005 |
What They Do | 2011 |
Guns Are Drawn ft. Son Little, Omar Edwards | 2004 |
Duck Down! | 2004 |
I Remember | 2010 |
The Next Movement ft. DJ Jazzy Jeff, Jazzyfatnastees | 1999 |
Right On ft. Joanna Newsom, STS | 2009 |
Dynamite! | 1999 |
Double Trouble ft. Mos Def | 1999 |