Lightworks (feat. J Dilla)

What is the magic that makes ones eyes sparkle and gleam? Light up the skies, the name of the game is lightworks I see you're peein' in you pants little sissy boy Jerks, welcome to the octagon, lay a player Flat before the trainer felt his clock was on Keep your socks torn, it's a box-a-thon With hard rock, black, Rock and Ron's gon' barbizon Curled up beggin', layin' on the canvas Instead of in the ready position like praying mantis Scissors, landvis, grand fist, sandwich, Stan switch Slammed on stitches switch hands, inch, damn snitch Any street corner could be the platform Till we defeat gone and wander Watch your mouth jaw southpaw outs floor Doubt your clout more bout roar outscore boy Off the leash like UFC Off the beat off ya feet like two lefties FUB's heifer, please, lost a few to stew beef New referees, what a remarkable team sold ya teeth The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the signs, the name of the game is the lightworks Light up the spliffs, the name of the game is lightworks Wipe off slight smirks, the match was mapped out Get jabbed and crap slapped out tapped out Either the lunch bin or choke hold tie Time munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme The shine that sparkles and gleams Light up the signs, the name of the game is the lightworks Light up the spliffs, the name of the game is lightworks The right hurts