Keep It Lit

Ah shit, Foulmouth sent a nasty one didn't he
Oh definitely man, this beat is lit
I don't think I can do it bro, I'm not gonna do it
What

I don't have anything written for this shit, it's not gonna work
What do you mean
I don't wanna spit, I don't have the confidence right now, I'm not gonna, how do I keep it lit
Bro, you are the DJ, you are the MC, you are the KMC

Ok, ok, enough with the shit, let me try, let me try, alright
Yeah, yeah, hey
Respect the name when I come in the game, hop up in the booth and start rhyming all these flames
Got the devil all jealous, he be wanting my zealous charm

Coming hotter than the sun of Apollo 13, explosive when I say what I mean
Coming like boom shaka laka on the scene, I seem like a toon, you can see it in my groove
And you know this MC and the way I do this, the words spoken is so fluent
You know it's music over bullshit, flow so slick, switch it up like a drift shift

You know how I get it, yeah, rap is my job, I ain't never playing
Keep my style elevating like a super saiyan
It goes one, two, three until the four, it's KMC with the galik gun at your front door
But it's the EP finally, now y'all be eyeing me, watching me ride the beat like surf's up, what's up

Kevin 11 beating Ben Tennyson, the show, I'm a better man from another quadrant
But I'm just kicking back and laxing, video games and rapping, that's how I roll
Did you hear the first track, man
Got a lighter in my hand, and I just don't care, got a lighter in my hand and I'mma put it in the air

What do you think of that? Does it go alright
That was keeping it lit bro, that was lit
I don't know what keeping it lit means, I just tried my best, I just rapped, you know what I mean
You kept it lit, you lying bro

Tell you what, let's see what the producers say, you think it's all good
All good? Yeah, it's all good, alright, let's keep it going then, fuck it
Keep it lit, keep it lit
Let's end it right here then, check it out

Yeah
Check this shit, I keeps it lit
That 40 water, slapping bitch
Let's pour the drink, like lil flip

And tear the club, like triple six
Yeah they in the trance
When they hear the jams
They just wanna dance, oh my god my man

Foulmouth, what's the plan? How we getting it man
Oh they scared cause we making all them monster jams
With the lyrics I be killing it
You know that you be feeling it

From the crew, that's the illest since Gru and the minions
Baba booey
I'm raw and delirious, it's return of the Jedi
And Im chopping off imperialists, I am kicking that shit

And I am doing it loud, I am hip hops
Son and I live that shit proud
Put your hands in the air, everybody now
Put your hands in the air, everybody

Just say hey
Hey
Say ho
Ho

Say Leedle Leedle Leedle Lee
Leedle Leedle Leedle Lee

Say waka waka waka

Waka waka
Waka waka waka