Light Em Up Remix by Malik Zadeh Lyrics
What’s happenin’?
Malik Zadeh…
DJ Kay Slay with the beat…
Lets get it!
[Verse 1]
I snatch away the mic like a fatherless vandal
They say his lyrics are obscene and his flow must be a scandal
The man must be insane, just too much for us to handle
Put him in the chair and light em’ up like a candle
Fuck that shit
I only just started flipping
Go a little parkour
This place starts tripping
I might as well as just blame it on this cup that I keep sipping
In a minute I’ll be dipping, undercover Eddie Griffin
My cash flows coming, but I keep it discrete
If they find out how much I’m making they’ll be occupying MY street
Black Bloc that
I don’t give a damn
Cause when I ride out in the Lexus
They’ll be screaming out like Summer Jam
[Hook X2]
A beat like this- A beat like this…
Too hot!
A beat like this- A beat like this…
While you not...
A beat like this- A beat like this…
Don't stop, for any critics in my path I'll simply curb em' like a cop
[Verse 2]
Keep them drinks coming like the clouds above me
Raps step-daddy
Give em’ time
And they will learn to love me
I’m set to have it made
Albeit not the product of hustle
Made to make the matter move and leave opponents feeling dusted
Damn...
All opposition has rusted
Flowing Category Five
Til my credit card is busted
I’m a boss, not a Ross
Although I’m speeding in the fast lane
All white outfits
Make em’ think I’m moving like cocaine
Step back
Lighting up like propane
Last name Malekzadeh
Should maybe change it too Hussein
Fuck that, that's soundin' more like a noose name
I’ll stick to slaying nasty beats until they feel for the new fame
At the party taking shots like a GI
Bottle of Ciroqe keeps me rolling like a G5
Run off the runway, takeoff and now I’m offside
Party til the sunrise
Then go out on a Valley Ride!
Malik Zadeh…
DJ Kay Slay with the beat…
Lets get it!
[Verse 1]
I snatch away the mic like a fatherless vandal
They say his lyrics are obscene and his flow must be a scandal
The man must be insane, just too much for us to handle
Put him in the chair and light em’ up like a candle
Fuck that shit
I only just started flipping
Go a little parkour
This place starts tripping
I might as well as just blame it on this cup that I keep sipping
In a minute I’ll be dipping, undercover Eddie Griffin
My cash flows coming, but I keep it discrete
If they find out how much I’m making they’ll be occupying MY street
Black Bloc that
I don’t give a damn
Cause when I ride out in the Lexus
They’ll be screaming out like Summer Jam
[Hook X2]
A beat like this- A beat like this…
Too hot!
A beat like this- A beat like this…
While you not...
A beat like this- A beat like this…
Don't stop, for any critics in my path I'll simply curb em' like a cop
[Verse 2]
Keep them drinks coming like the clouds above me
Raps step-daddy
Give em’ time
And they will learn to love me
I’m set to have it made
Albeit not the product of hustle
Made to make the matter move and leave opponents feeling dusted
Damn...
All opposition has rusted
Flowing Category Five
Til my credit card is busted
I’m a boss, not a Ross
Although I’m speeding in the fast lane
All white outfits
Make em’ think I’m moving like cocaine
Step back
Lighting up like propane
Last name Malekzadeh
Should maybe change it too Hussein
Fuck that, that's soundin' more like a noose name
I’ll stick to slaying nasty beats until they feel for the new fame
At the party taking shots like a GI
Bottle of Ciroqe keeps me rolling like a G5
Run off the runway, takeoff and now I’m offside
Party til the sunrise
Then go out on a Valley Ride!