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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Bahamadia
Bahamadia
Vocals
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Kamal Gray
Kamal Gray
Rhodes Piano
Malik B.
Malik B.
Vocals
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Songwriter
Smart Abdul-Basit
Smart Abdul-Basit
Songwriter
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Songwriter
Antonia Reed
Antonia Reed
Songwriter
James Grey
James Grey
Songwriter
Kenyatta Williams
Kenyatta Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Grand Negaz
The Grand Negaz
Producer
Kelo
Kelo
Mixing Engineer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
David Ivory
David Ivory
Recording Engineer
Questlove
Questlove
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
[Verse 1]
Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority
Is what I'm probably on
If I ain't whippin' a Land throughout ya sec-tion
My mind's in traum', nine times out of ten, I rhymes upon the L train
Within my brain, fountains over rugged mountains are my terrain
Dig it, I came too far to front, so I'm meditatin' on how to maintain
Stepped off at City Hall into the rain
And ran into my **** named Dane, I mean Hakeem
And we was buildin' on how we could organize the team
For this capital gain, bein' that we in the rap game
It's time to have it all, he said he figured the same
We realized this a planet of C.R.E.A.M. to obtain
When the predominant rap conglomerate spark the flame
Hark the name, The Fifth from the Ill Power Hill at that
He dropped me off within the streets of South Phil'
Where **** think that killin' is livin' real
Shorties is gettin' wetted, fulfillin' their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by The Fifth you get beheaded
I pivot through my borough, givin' pounds to the dreaded
At the lye spots, I got credit
Could run 'em down in alphabetical order, it's sorta pathetic
Yo, I'm livin' life within a labyrinth of nonsense
This is a consequence of bein' Philly residents
Tryna get it on, the rhythm gettin' shitted on
The exquisite I exhibit to shine, yo
[Chorus]
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
[Verse 2]
I walk through this field with 'iminals
Ill die-hard soldiers try to make it towards the generals
Hard-headed rugged captains, walkin' head-on through action
Turnkeys on the closed caption
I bring the skills of wizardry, treat MC's with bigotry
So, now you see the picture vividly
Seduce your brain from the temple over instrumentals
The Fifth chant, you see the exhaust out the swift camp
Mannerism is to scan your vision
You see the light, you can't eclipse the sun
We call back the young, but still they'll strap a gun
To shoot caps that spook cats and rappers hung
Now, you might tube across
From the diner's where you find 'em lost
****' hearts so cold, they sport frost
The M-the-Illitant, the Bad Lieutenant kill ya camp
You're now a victim of reality, my personality afflicted
From three-to-five if convicted
Illicit, because most cats will live corrupted
It ain't no pity in this inner city, ****, fuck it
Exquisite I exhibit to shine, now, check it out
[Chorus]
Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
[Verse 3]
Inclined to rap about facts, I never fake jacks
Shit is real like E packs, forty-fifty-sixes, trims and gimmicks
Couldn't faze the true heartache when I first started
But then few remember this
Anti-Gangsta Bitch, sportin' new jew-als
Plain Jane styles eternal to the naked eye
Derived from mind states of Cold Crush tapes
And beat breaks seduced by means to elevate
Equates my views with the passion
Those matchin' this intellect identify for like minds
Intertwine one thought in unison
The exquisite I exhibit to shine, ah
[Chorus]
Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
Written by: Ahmir Thompson, Jimmy Grey, Reed, Smart Abdul-Basit, Tariq Trotter
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