Light It Up Lyrics - Singles - Smokee Tokess

Intro 

Every fucking day, yo yeh 

every night, 

they call me Smokee 

same shit shit different toilet 

Verse 1 

It's like, 

we smoke, we dirnk 

we sex a lot, 

we got hos 

and links, 

and becks and shots, 

we got weed, everywhere 

on the table, on the stairs 

on the floors, on the chairs 

mutherfuckers running scared 

Step inside the mind of a liver rhymer 

I put the fiver inside the grinder and light the 

inspiration, light that inspiration 

that fucking inspiration 

light that mutherfucker up 

Step inside the mind of a liver rhymer 

I put the fiver inside the grinder and light the 

inspiration, light that inspiration, 

that fucking inspiration, 

light that mutherfucker up 

Verse 2 

So re-evaluate the crap you take 

the backs you have to break 

for the stacks you make, 

Tokess is back, 

the rap decapitating, they 

got no hurt in they lives 

or words on their mind 

all you get is toy rappers 

making nursery rhymes, I'm 

running the ministry like the rap paramilitary 

the sinister, 

you never heard of nothing similar. 

Get ready for regime change 

your shit is teen age 

leave you 90 degrees laid 

like a stampede, mate 

I'm narcissistic, pass the buscuits and the splifs kid, 

Shit, we just convicted 

of a criminal case, the mineral haze, 

trees, money doesnt grow on it 

and when they running low on it 

they come and wanna borrow it. 

He who laughs last laughs longest 

I'll make your bastards ass promise 

to show a star homage. 

I rap, thats, my modus operandi 

my reason for being 

MC'ing bout what I'm seeing 

Verse 3 

now who the fuck do you think you are 

runnin around making threats 

coming out your car, and getting vexed 

right in front of me, in the yard, 

so wat the fuck do you expect 

when I come back with the tech 

and the iron bar 

Through the lungs comes the air, 

shaking up your voicebox 

and vibrating bare 

waving through the room 

bumping into every brear, 

Making em react and jump up 

like they don't care, 

with they hands in the air 

Through the lungs comes the air, 

shaking up your voicebox 

and vibrating bare 

waving through the room 

bumping into every brear. 

Making em react and jump up 

like they don't care, 

with they hands in the air