Glow Jake One (Ft. eLZhi & Royce Da 5'9")
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[Hook]
I glow, I shine, I flicker
I streak, I sparkle, I gleam, I glitter
I glow, I shimmer, I flare
I flash, I floss, I glisten, I glare
I glow, G to the L to the O, W
I'm coming through on the low
I glow, I shine, I flicker
I streak, I sparkle, I gleam, I glitter
[Verse 1]
You can't stop me from shining
Extreme and bright, it seems I write beams of light
I spit it out and watch a star from the block glide
Each bar of it is like carbon monoxide
You can't handle the glare
You look between ya hand and you'll stare at the man in red animal hair
You tryna front like your rhyming ain't cut like a diamond shape
Dominate with timing who I got to accommodate?
Feel in charge of killing squads, still the Sarge and General
Fiending to blow a minimal of a million large
Illuminate, make you vomit, word to Muhammad
Islamic, my pens blowing like comets when I palm it
Jotting down lines that conceal electricity, leaking
Thinking with light bulbs over me blinking
I just begun to pot the running spot, stun you not
Like I shot a hundred watt, son is hot
I glow, I shine, I flicker
I streak, I sparkle, I gleam, I glitter
I glow, I shimmer, I flare
I flash, I floss, I glisten, I glare
I glow, G to the L to the O, W
I'm coming through on the low
I glow, I shine, I flicker
I streak, I sparkle, I gleam, I glitter
[Verse 1]
You can't stop me from shining
Extreme and bright, it seems I write beams of light
I spit it out and watch a star from the block glide
Each bar of it is like carbon monoxide
You can't handle the glare
You look between ya hand and you'll stare at the man in red animal hair
You tryna front like your rhyming ain't cut like a diamond shape
Dominate with timing who I got to accommodate?
Feel in charge of killing squads, still the Sarge and General
Fiending to blow a minimal of a million large
Illuminate, make you vomit, word to Muhammad
Islamic, my pens blowing like comets when I palm it
Jotting down lines that conceal electricity, leaking
Thinking with light bulbs over me blinking
I just begun to pot the running spot, stun you not
Like I shot a hundred watt, son is hot
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