Ignite (Clean Album Version)

You heard the one one one
About the girls girls girls
They grabbed the mic mic mic
They tore it up up up
You heard the one one one
About the girls girls girls
They grabbed the mic mic mic
They tore it up up up

Dont hate congratulate
You know were knockin down doors straight out the gate
Wake from the sleep of ages, breakin out of our cages
We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages
And we plunder and pillage within the East Village
Breakin it down with that ill flock spillage
Better respect I didnt ask for what the heck
Well Ima lead this ******* army like Im Chiang Kai-shek

Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)

You thought wed give up the fight but we ignite
Thats right its raw we keep it strong
Been runnin so long we forgot how to sit
Were making bad ass hardcore hip hop ****
Im gettin dizzy and the sky is floating further away
I put the beat on repeat I got so much to say
And youre waiting youre not breathing holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when youre surrounded by death?
We might be hiding in caves with allseven sleepers
Hesta Prynne is playin chess with all the grand peepers
And the moss is the carpet where I lay my head
While your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead in your bed

Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)

And youre waiting, youre not breathing, holding your breath
And youre waiting, youre not breathing, holding your breath

***ism like racism and racism is ill
MCs getting faker than a 3 dollar bill
On one track youre droppin hoes like droppin droppin bombs
Next track you writing odes unto your moms
Were moving toward the future while youre stuck in the past
And now youre throwing sticks and stones into your house full of glass
With your commodities and oddities and women are not part of these
Theres so much more we can be than my MC heroes tell me
Hey hey!
Puttin out a call to every region
Every legion if you feelin the heat
Keep your ear to the street
Listen in on your dreams
The world is not what it seems, so get your notepad comrad
Blazin like a young gun through the grit and the flames
On top of my game and Im charging throughfire
When people are speakin sparked and inspired
Northern State kazaad and Limewired
Fat lip from my mic all these battle scars
I tell the story of my glory behind beats and bars
My love so true, I dont do this for you
Yo, I do this **** cause its the **** I do!

Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
Were Northern State no we wont stop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
For all the girls who love hip hop
(We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages)
And youre waiting , youre not breathing, holding your breath
And youre waiting, youre not breathing, holding your breath