The Light - UBP Classic Mix

[Verse 1: ~Mikey~]
 I'm In The Best Shape Of Life
 Me Rapping With These Kids Is Like Racing A Bike
 Against A Man With One Kick On Until The Lights Flick On
 They Kick Us Out The Party Then Give Me My Car Keys
 We Come In Peace
 We Don't Mean To Cause You No Harm Cause
 But I Can Go Off Like An Alarm Does
 If It Comes To That, Trust I Wouldn't Do That
 Cause I'm The New Cat Digging In Cans In The Alleyway
 Fuck Simon You Should Do What Mikey Say
 And Mikey Says About Now You Should Be Bopping Yo Head
 About Damn Time To, Took Fools All God Damn Day To Figure Out The I'll Shit That We Be Into
 Take Step Inside My Mental, People I Be Thinking Bout
 People Can Deceive You If You Leave Em With Ya Bank Account
 Wide Open, Keep ya Eyes Open, and Ya Wallet In Ya Front Pocket
 Let's Smoke The Blunt Still An Option
 But In My Suede Moccasins, They Mocking Em
 They Rocking Imitations So They Can Duplicate The Shit That I Be Laced In
 The Dali Lama Like Two Types Can Never Bond
 But Like Vintage North Faces On The Faces Of Ya Favorites
 [Chorus:]
 Put Ya Hands Up In The Air If Ya
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Like Ya Never Cared Nigga
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Fold It Up, Put It In Ya Pocket Ya Wallet
 Ya Bet A Couple Dollars If The Party Keeps Rocking
 Hands Up In The Air If Ya
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Like Ya Never Cared Nigga
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Fold It Up, Put It In Ya Pocket Ya Wallet
 Ya Bet A Couple Dollars If The Party Keeps Rocking
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 [Verse 2: ~Chuck~]
 I'm Bout Three Feet Taller Than Some New Deep Water
 Call A Nigga Down, Then She Cyst To The Mind
 The I'll Lysp Has A List
 Your Not In It, There's The Line
 He Is I and I Am Him
 It's My Main Man Mikey
 I'm Real Nice Try Me If You Want To
 I Be Walking Bulldogs To The Parties In These New Flights
 Telling Sucka Niggas What They Can't Do Right
 Now Write Down Now The Game Plan, I'm Cutting Lights Out
 Putting Fires Out, In My Chevrolet Truck
 Don't Put Them Hands Down, Unless You Pick Me Something Up
 Hurry Up, Call The Barber Up
 Get Ya Sides Faded Up
 You Lose For The Season Then Ya Neck Gets Tapered Up
 Sharper Than A Paper Cut, Paper Up
 Nigga Or Sharper Than Cherry Soup
 Boppers Getting Tailored
 What The Father Say To The Daughter Who Dig Me
 He's Ridiculous, But Probably The Best You've Seen
 [Chorus:]
 Put Ya Hands Up In The Air If Ya
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Like Ya Never Cared Nigga
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Fold It Up, Put It In Ya Pocket Ya Wallet
 Ya Bet A Couple Dollars If The Party Keeps Rocking
 Hands Up In The Air If Ya
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Like Ya Never Cared Nigga
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Fold It Up, Put It In Ya Pocket Ya Wallet
 Ya Bet A Couple Dollars If The Party Keeps Rocking
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up
 Hold Em Up, Hold Em Up
 Roll It Up, Roll It Up