What is the magic the makes ones eyes sparkle and gleam
Light up the skies the name of the game is light works

I see you're peein' in you pants little sissy boy

Jerks, welcome to the Octagon
Lay a player flat before the trainer felt his clock was on
Keep your socks torn, it's a box-a-thon
With hard rock Black, Rock & Ron's goin' Barbizon
Curled up beggin', layin' on the canvas
Instead of in the ready position like praying mantis
Scissors, Lanvis, grand fist sandwich, stance switch
Slammed on, stitches twitch, hands itch, damn snitch
Any street corner could be the platform till we defeat gone and wander
Watch your mouth jaw southpaw outs floor
Doubt your clout more bout roar outscore boy
Off the leash like UFC
Off the beat off ya feet like two lefties
F U B's heifer please lost a few to stew beef
New referees, what a remarkable team, show your teeth

The shine that sparkles and gleams
Light up the signs the name of the game is the light works
Light up the spliffs the name of the game is light works

Wipe off slight smirks
The match was mapped out
Get jabbed and crap slapped out tapped out
Either the lunch bin or choke hold tie
Time munchkins get punched in like vocal rhyme

The shine that sparkles and gleams
Light up the signs the name of the game is the light works

Light up the spliffs the name of the game is light works

The right hurts

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Writer(s): Daniel Dumile, James Dewitt Yancey, Raymond E. Scott