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An Introduction, a brand new production, its not a sexual seduction
Chilling, kicking back, in the back of the ‘llac and blasting some 2Pac
Its small talk, then I spit some quick talk and eventually, I guide you through real talk
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, It’s the time machine that takes me from the future to the past
It’s another mothefucking blast from the past as I have a blast of time
And hope I don’t crap in this land before time, as I draw out the world’s map lit
I light up trees and make that reefer burn as I produce blunt ashes with hits after hits
Each hit is getting heavier and deeper, high like fire and above 98* like a midnight fever
Lights said, leave it to beaver, Salivate from intoxication your lyrics and your liver
Lights is always #1 and he gets the gold, act bold, and makes poker hands fold
Lights is Comedy Central, and like a stand-up, he punks on bitches and making them roast
It’s true Lights always has room to boast, he kePT his post AND Became #1 almost
Its not Friday, Monday, or Tuesday, its Wednesday, 2 days to go ‘til pay day
As I get with the hommies, smoke dope, and rap, and say I’m Ayo for Yayo…
At times I smoke dope with hommies, and stay posted like a Swiss Guard in Scout
So do your best and don’t shout out OR about, Because like trash you’ll be thrown out at night
And becoming the number one mathematician as my E equals to your MC’s squared in the hood
I'm sure it ain't all good, because you cannot stomach me like the poisonous food.
Chilling, kicking back, in the back of the ‘llac and blasting some 2Pac
Its small talk, then I spit some quick talk and eventually, I guide you through real talk
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, It’s the time machine that takes me from the future to the past
It’s another mothefucking blast from the past as I have a blast of time
And hope I don’t crap in this land before time, as I draw out the world’s map lit
I light up trees and make that reefer burn as I produce blunt ashes with hits after hits
Each hit is getting heavier and deeper, high like fire and above 98* like a midnight fever
Lights said, leave it to beaver, Salivate from intoxication your lyrics and your liver
Lights is always #1 and he gets the gold, act bold, and makes poker hands fold
Lights is Comedy Central, and like a stand-up, he punks on bitches and making them roast
It’s true Lights always has room to boast, he kePT his post AND Became #1 almost
Its not Friday, Monday, or Tuesday, its Wednesday, 2 days to go ‘til pay day
As I get with the hommies, smoke dope, and rap, and say I’m Ayo for Yayo…
At times I smoke dope with hommies, and stay posted like a Swiss Guard in Scout
So do your best and don’t shout out OR about, Because like trash you’ll be thrown out at night
And becoming the number one mathematician as my E equals to your MC’s squared in the hood
I'm sure it ain't all good, because you cannot stomach me like the poisonous food.
