Push Up Ya Lighter Lyrics
| Song | Push Up Ya Lighter |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | Illadelph Halflife |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Abdul-Basit, Black Thought ... | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out | |
| Southeast to | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| Transportation | |
| Authority is what | |
| I'm probably on | |
| If I ain't whippin' a land throughout ya section | |
| My mind's in traum', nine times out of ten | |
| I rhymes upon the | |
| L Train within my brain | |
| Fountains over rugged mountains 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 | |
| HakeemAnd 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 alphabetical 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 towards 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-illitant, 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 | |
| To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 face the true heartache | |
| When I first started, but then few remember this | |
| Anti-Gangsta | |
| Bitch, sporting new jewels | |
| Plain Jane styles internal, to the naked eye | |
| Derived from mind states 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 unison | |
| We exquisite | |
| I exhibit the shine | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out |
| zuo ci : AbdulBasit, Black Thought ... | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out | |
| Southeast to | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| Transportation | |
| Authority is what | |
| I' m probably on | |
| If I ain' t whippin' a land throughout ya section | |
| My mind' s in traum', nine times out of ten | |
| I rhymes upon the | |
| L Train within my brain | |
| Fountains over rugged mountains 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 | |
| HakeemAnd 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 | |
| IllPower | |
| 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 alphabetical 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 diehard soldiers, try to make it towards the generals | |
| Hardheaded 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 Mtheillitant, 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 | |
| To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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, fortyfiftysixes | |
| Trims and gimmicks, couldn' t face the true heartache | |
| When I first started, but then few remember this | |
| AntiGangsta | |
| Bitch, sporting new jewels | |
| Plain Jane styles internal, to the naked eye | |
| Derived from mind states 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 unison | |
| We exquisite | |
| I exhibit the shine | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out |
| zuò cí : AbdulBasit, Black Thought ... | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out | |
| Southeast to | |
| Pennsylvania | |
| Transportation | |
| Authority is what | |
| I' m probably on | |
| If I ain' t whippin' a land throughout ya section | |
| My mind' s in traum', nine times out of ten | |
| I rhymes upon the | |
| L Train within my brain | |
| Fountains over rugged mountains 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 | |
| HakeemAnd 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 | |
| IllPower | |
| 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 alphabetical 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 diehard soldiers, try to make it towards the generals | |
| Hardheaded 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 Mtheillitant, 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 | |
| To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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, fortyfiftysixes | |
| Trims and gimmicks, couldn' t face the true heartache | |
| When I first started, but then few remember this | |
| AntiGangsta | |
| Bitch, sporting new jewels | |
| Plain Jane styles internal, to the naked eye | |
| Derived from mind states 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 unison | |
| We exquisite | |
| I exhibit the shine | |
| Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind | |
| All my peoples that be knowin' the time | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on 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 | |
| Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter' | |
| Fore we spark, check it out |
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