LIGHT THAT SHIT, SPARK THAT SHIT
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
My words hit like blunt tokes
Chokes the mic
Provoke the youth to get high
So against weed I burn it everytime
We just like to get high
Motivated on the mic
Stay rhyming tight with my Dutch sparked
Higher then a kite
I float coast brag and boast
While feelin like I got an extra chromosome
From the weed we toke
Rope a dope you with a pad and pen
Like Batman bring vengeance to bad men
I end them with madness stopping the traffic
Cuz neighborhood make mad hits
Suckin on mad tits
We takin off blasting
Lookin for a cash in
To buy the biggest bag
Of marijuana man
Listen to the jam
Of legends no stepping
We wreck em with perfection
No contest you're simply fuckin with the best
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
Master Yoda check me out
I enlighten minds
Scientists say lightning can't hit the same place twice
But it often strikes my hands, pen mouth then a mic
In that order and much more than twice
So the fuck you science nerds got to say about that like
For god sakes Jesus Christ
I conjure storms on the daily for I
Stand the Stan KMC Y-O-D-A high
I'm sweet like sugar and I ooze spice
The steak to my sizzle be the Neighborhood Guys
I spark your heart strings
With motivation, inspiration and understandings
That's what this art we call Hip Hop brings
And here to play our part it's the Neighborhood Kings
Puppeteer goes: Yo Yod' twist one
So I roll an L real fat ol' big one
Clouds fill the room and then I spit some
Wisdom with just a whiff of mysticism
This is just a song about weed isn't it
What the fuck? Is this Helen Keller who's listening
You mother fuckers just fake a grind I'm really in it living
Give it all my life big bets I'm all in
Gamble on a ramble this risky business
So what if all I do is riff and smoke piff
Make quips rip tracks and spit
So what? Cause when I'm down and out
And it feels like the world dead stopped it's spin
I hit back spit that and restart it's axis
Then I center myself and find my zen
I sit back relax a sec and
I roll it I light it I spark that shit
You already know yo it's the Kush GOD bitch
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
My words hit like blunt tokes
Chokes the mic
Provoke the youth to get high
So against weed I burn it everytime
We just like to get high
Motivated on the mic
Stay rhyming tight with my Dutch sparked
Higher then a kite
I float coast brag and boast
While feelin like I got an extra chromosome
From the weed we toke
Rope a dope you with a pad and pen
Like Batman bring vengeance to bad men
I end them with madness stopping the traffic
Cuz neighborhood make mad hits
Suckin on mad tits
We takin off blasting
Lookin for a cash in
To buy the biggest bag
Of marijuana man
Listen to the jam
Of legends no stepping
We wreck em with perfection
No contest you're simply fuckin with the best
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like light that shit, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
Master Yoda check me out
I enlighten minds
Scientists say lightning can't hit the same place twice
But it often strikes my hands, pen mouth then a mic
In that order and much more than twice
So the fuck you science nerds got to say about that like
For god sakes Jesus Christ
I conjure storms on the daily for I
Stand the Stan KMC Y-O-D-A high
I'm sweet like sugar and I ooze spice
The steak to my sizzle be the Neighborhood Guys
I spark your heart strings
With motivation, inspiration and understandings
That's what this art we call Hip Hop brings
And here to play our part it's the Neighborhood Kings
Puppeteer goes: Yo Yod' twist one
So I roll an L real fat ol' big one
Clouds fill the room and then I spit some
Wisdom with just a whiff of mysticism
This is just a song about weed isn't it
What the fuck? Is this Helen Keller who's listening
You mother fuckers just fake a grind I'm really in it living
Give it all my life big bets I'm all in
Gamble on a ramble this risky business
So what if all I do is riff and smoke piff
Make quips rip tracks and spit
So what? Cause when I'm down and out
And it feels like the world dead stopped it's spin
I hit back spit that and restart it's axis
Then I center myself and find my zen
I sit back relax a sec and
I roll it I light it I spark that shit
You already know yo it's the Kush GOD bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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