Keep It Lit Lyrics

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