Put on the fluorescent lights

Don't nobody want to mess with my essence

Don't mess with my light

Put on the fluorescent lights

Don't nobody want to mess with my essence, I

Know what you want

Know what you need

I'ma give it to you

First, I need to see

Lights, lights, lights, lights

Lights, lights, lights, lights

Turn it on!

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Turn it on and I'ma keep it going with the energy

By the time that I retire I'm make sure they remember me

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I'm finally making an impact outside of my backyard

In the laboratory like a rat working on my raps hella fucking hard

I wanna be the one to put 'em in a box and I've been the fox up in your yard

Eager to take your eggs and crack 'em into the pan and leave 'em charred

I'm past dope, ****

The master has given ya

Forewarning

The storm swarming, and that's dimming ya

Light till there's nothing in sight

The fright live in ya

Soul till it consumes you whole

And I'm 'bout to (Kick it up)

I'm a mothafucka that don't need to consider the variables that you do

And if you came where I come, from then you'd be acting a fool too

Homie, good luck if you wanna get up in the arena with me, leave you with a boo boo

When it comes to rap, I'm trippin 'cause with ratchet livin' I am too through

All of us got a light, we're born with it

In fact, it's meant to be shared

I shine mines and it reflects back

On a young man or woman with a dream like I had

Shine ya light so bright the sun gets mad

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on!

Turn it on and I'ma keep it going with the energy

By the time that I retire I'm make sure they remember me

Turn it on

Turn it on

Turn it on

Turn it, turn it on, on

Nobody wanna get into a battle with me

I'll leave all of 'em under the gravel

And make 'em a mockery

Turn 'em into my property

Nobody stopping me

Put 'em in a position that's fetal

I never did have any equals

I'm peaceful, but even Tech knows my Mac is lethal

And I ain't dissin', murdering is my religion

Spitting the shit that'll make 'em all feel it inside their gut like dietitians

Subtracting rappers, I fail every time that I try addition

Simple-minded people are intimidated by ambition

But I flip when I rip and I spit the truth of the matter that got them all acting a fool

Many wanna pretend I don't make deep ends look like wading pools

They'd be fools to believe that I'm not a problem

Similar to their spouses undergarments, I'ma drop 'em

Thou shall not kill didn't apply to dad

My villainous methods got 'em breathless in a gown like a grad

Stretched out in the ER, they down bad

Shine my light so bright the sun gets mad, I'ma

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