Light It Up by Rob Flo Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rob Flo]
Queen City, ride around with phene’s with me
Hiding out in parking lots and breaking down the green sticky
All black Beemer best believe I got the reefer
Keep it in the sock or sneaker
Running from the cops and leaping over soccer bleachers
They used to knock me now they call me up to cop a feature
Cause they heard the Flo was from the future well its nice to meetcha
Ritalin remedies heaven sent me to preach it
A villain enemy headed to make amends to that weak shit
I recommend that you peep it, I’m blowing tree while I’m breathing
I sold my soul to the devil then satan told me to keep it
I never needed your sympathy symphony simple heathen
Even if you don’t believe in me soon you’ll see that I’m Jesus
Either that or seeking havoc in a city cinematic
Battle rappin, addy packing, adderallic poppin addict
Still erratic in my habits, I was born to be illmatic
Manifested magic match a rello flaming like a fagget
[Chorus: Calest of the Sky]
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and Let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
[Verse 2: Calest of the Sky]
They said the worlds ending
All I see is the world spinning
Sittin back smoking this blunt this girl grinning
I just finished beating it up we all sinning
If the goal was to be wrong we all winning
Mac dreams of great ? And great things
They wake to mad green and white phenes
That green dollar, make her holler, fuck me
Pretty girl your slutty world is ugly
True love ya never had I had once
Then I lost due to my love of mad girls
Is fucked up, no luck, no buck
No job gotta rob now that sucks
Black master ? A man of more patients
The plot thickens, time ticking, you naked
Now heres satan, with that dollar for you to dress up
Messed up, how the world will make a nigga stressed out
Or stress down, mad rounds of maragonja
Pop pills to fight ill’s you’ll never want it
White powder it kills I’ve never done it
But I sold it and god damn if they weren’t on it
It’s like Phonics, niggas were hooked on that shit
Seen it so much I could write a book on that shit
Seen it so much I could write a book on that shit
[Chorus: Calest of the Sky]
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and Let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
Queen City, ride around with phene’s with me
Hiding out in parking lots and breaking down the green sticky
All black Beemer best believe I got the reefer
Keep it in the sock or sneaker
Running from the cops and leaping over soccer bleachers
They used to knock me now they call me up to cop a feature
Cause they heard the Flo was from the future well its nice to meetcha
Ritalin remedies heaven sent me to preach it
A villain enemy headed to make amends to that weak shit
I recommend that you peep it, I’m blowing tree while I’m breathing
I sold my soul to the devil then satan told me to keep it
I never needed your sympathy symphony simple heathen
Even if you don’t believe in me soon you’ll see that I’m Jesus
Either that or seeking havoc in a city cinematic
Battle rappin, addy packing, adderallic poppin addict
Still erratic in my habits, I was born to be illmatic
Manifested magic match a rello flaming like a fagget
[Chorus: Calest of the Sky]
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and Let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn
[Verse 2: Calest of the Sky]
They said the worlds ending
All I see is the world spinning
Sittin back smoking this blunt this girl grinning
I just finished beating it up we all sinning
If the goal was to be wrong we all winning
Mac dreams of great ? And great things
They wake to mad green and white phenes
That green dollar, make her holler, fuck me
Pretty girl your slutty world is ugly
True love ya never had I had once
Then I lost due to my love of mad girls
Is fucked up, no luck, no buck
No job gotta rob now that sucks
Black master ? A man of more patients
The plot thickens, time ticking, you naked
Now heres satan, with that dollar for you to dress up
Messed up, how the world will make a nigga stressed out
Or stress down, mad rounds of maragonja
Pop pills to fight ill’s you’ll never want it
White powder it kills I’ve never done it
But I sold it and god damn if they weren’t on it
It’s like Phonics, niggas were hooked on that shit
Seen it so much I could write a book on that shit
Seen it so much I could write a book on that shit
[Chorus: Calest of the Sky]
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and let it burn
Now Light it up, and Let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn