Artist: Hezekiah f/ Bahamadia, Talib Kweli Album: Conscious Porn Song: Fired Up Typed: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Hezekiah] Yeah, uh.. look here, look here... I got a, book of rhymes and I'm here to shine So which one do y'all want first? Got a line about rhymes, a line about crime So which one do y'all want worst? [Hezekiah] See all y'all are students, products of my influence First I'll make it a cult, then I'll make it a movement Lyrics so potent, you do more quoting High point of my career and I feel so im-portant The way I put it down is so damn beautiful I ain't hard to find, I'm so damn Google-ble And I'ma tell you the recipie and know I'm the chef {*deep sniff*} And that smell, that's the smell of success 'Til they give me the loot, I keep it pretty much mute Twenty-four syllables, I keep a hot coup Twenty-four bars, and cars got no roof Do my thing, see the bling, pinky ring's sky blue Huh~! I get it bubblin from Philly to Dublin Tokyo to the Czech Republic The naysayers whisper at ya man, but I'm so immature Plus I'm harder than ever so holla at ya boy [Chorus: Hezekiah] (So sucio, fired up!) Yeah, right hand on the Quran, nigga why would I lie? (So sucio, fired up!) Shiiit, I'm fired up, I'm gon' testify I got a, book of rhymes and I'm in it to shine So which one do y'all want first? Got a line about... a line about... So which one do y'all want worst? [Talib Kweli] Yeah, I used to have a book of rhymes, way before I started booking times in studios, freestyles'll sink you like a hook and line Brooklyn kinda made me wanna write in the booth I put my thoughts in a cigar and just light up the truth In spite of my youth, I've know rivers of outgrown spitters Considered a true musician, I'm sonnin these clone niggaz Know tanning lotion won't help, mistakes of a rookie The hair on my trees orange like Snooki Fire it up, big dog inspired to puff I don't call my queen "bitch", her true title's enough Survival's a must, get you higher than Vicodin dust After it's crushed and it's snorted, I can't even call it Just met your end so, I can't even spoil it See I'm throwin up signs like they huggin the toilet Whoa~! I can no longer ignore it, pay me no mind It cost you nothing, but you still can't afford it [Chorus: Hezekiah, Bahamadia] (So sucio, fired up!) Go, they try to, play me though, they try to blackball ya boy (So sucio, fired up!) Naw, cause with or without a label, you know I'ma make noise I got a, book of rhymes and I'm in it to shine So which one do y'all want first? I got rhymes that break rules, or rhymes that will amuse So which one do y'all want worst? [Bahamadia] Shit, since my inception in this, it's been about business So consistent, most critics say I'm the chick to mimic How I flip it, one of the best, to do it than whoever did it Real rap, I'm that, ain't never not been it Authentic like a pair of Adidas stock editions Iron clear recognitions, zero tolerance for gimmicks Be in the booth or onstage cause I'm gifted B-Girl spiritist, soloist not a sidekick I script, err' single thing I spit Rhyme sick, somebody need to throw it in the hospice Cold like pnemonia wit it, the poem exquisite Personify, what the industry missing Now I conform as design tradition with skills and vision Plus I desire to inspire whoever wan' listen Missus, my reentrance to captivate the interest of e'rrybody breathing on the planet in insistence (So sucio, fired up!) C'mon.. (So sucio, fired up!)