Lyrics King Los – Light Up
Text:
I’m too great for good, too good for great
And if you the best, I’m better than you could debate
Uh… Accept it and acknowledge it
I schools niggas like a academic scholarship
Uh… Los the one the don’t wanna mention though
Oh… no wonder they one-dimensional
So… Here’s a bar you can rewind:
I bleed, grind, reach, climb
Preach rhyme, teach blind
Each line defines divine I decline sleep
Because I’m too up like a peace sign
Uh… Lord have mercy any boy adverse me
Can’t afford to irk me, mothafucka I destroy you person’ly
Starin’ at my city through the dark tints
I’m the only one can save ’em – Clark Kent
No disrespect to the Peter Parker’s
But while y’all takin’ pictures, I’d rather be the author
Uh… I feel the hate as I illustrate I’m iller
When I’m in the facilities I facilitate
Uh… Like a game winner I seal the fate
Uh… While the lame in ya conceals the fake
Yeah… I’m Pac size, Big Pop’s vibe
I’m somewhere in front of the first four of the top five
Wow… that’s trouble, you crazy
Naw nigga that’s S-W-A-G
Uh… I write tight as an arthritis clutch
With the mind of an Einstein
Combined with the Midas touch
The slightest brush of my life will give you a priceless rush
I walked the dark side of the moon just to light it up
Oh… no wonder they one-dimensional
So… Here’s a bar you can rewind:
I bleed, grind, reach, climb
Preach rhyme, teach blind
Each line defines divine I decline sleep
Because I’m too up like a peace sign
Uh… Lord have mercy any boy adverse me
Can’t afford to irk me, mothafucka I destroy you person’ly
Starin’ at my city through the dark tints
I’m the only one can save ’em – Clark Kent
No disrespect to the Peter Parker’s
But while y’all takin’ pictures, I’d rather be the author
Uh… I feel the hate as I illustrate I’m iller
When I’m in the facilities I facilitate
Uh… Like a game winner I seal the fate
Uh… While the lame in ya conceals the fake
Yeah… I’m Pac size, Big Pop’s vibe
I’m somewhere in front of the first four of the top five
Wow… that’s trouble, you crazy
Naw nigga that’s S-W-A-G
Uh… I write tight as an arthritis clutch
With the mind of an Einstein
Combined with the Midas touch
The slightest brush of my life will give you a priceless rush
I walked the dark side of the moon just to light it up