[Intro: Kombo]
99' ‘til Infin-T. Kombo MC. Uh. Represent. Look. Light it up. Light it up. Look
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all (And you don't stop)
[Verse 1: Kombo]
When I pick up my pen and pad at night, I'm just like
A disgruntled poet with a razor-sharp mic
My whole life, I wondered “What's my destiny?”
It's to flow tight until d**h gets the best of me
I gots to stay vocally fit
Each rhyme weighs a ton—I get stronger every time I kick a skit
Man, I'm sick of sh** that's on the market to sell
When I'm so lyrically fat, I bungee jump and go to hell
And once I come above ground
I'll be that exception to the rule—I go up but not down
Most fools sound just like watered-down wine
While I'm a fresh batch of moonshine. I'm too fine
That's why I rhyme vocally tight. And plus
I'll write in the night to bring truth to the light
I don't stop!
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all (And you don't stop)
[Interlude 1: Kombo]
Light it up. Light it up. ‘Cause I can't. And I won't. ‘Cause I don't stop
‘Cause I can't / ‘Cause it won't. And I won't. ‘Cause I don't stop
Light it up. Yes, yes, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all. Check it out. Light it up
[Verse 2: Kombo]
Now when I rhyme, I bring soul to the hole
Like Jordan on a roll, in total control of the mic I hold
Mic fold average MCs like poker
I take this serious—can't play me like no joker
Might smoke a blunt and catch wreck
But Kombo's the one to cash in your mic check
With my one, two, the microphone want to
You know how I represent Infin-T crew
I might swoop your girl, then troop to the palace
Swerving like Irvin and stomp out of Dallas
With your baby mama and your j**els
You know how we play, fools. We even jack ‘em for shoes
I paid dues long before spite opened a store
About the same time reFugees settled “The Score”
About the same Common Sense was Resurrected
But way before the Westside got Connected
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x4)
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all (And you don't stop)
[Interlude 2: Kombo]
Light it up. (I don't stop). Light it up. ‘Cause I can't. And I won't
‘Cause I don't stop. (Yes). ‘Cause I can't. (Light it up). And I won't
‘Cause I don't stop. Light it up. Light it up
[Verse 3: Kombo]
I put the rhyme together just so I can jigsaw
Us falling apart is like Farrakhan eating pig broth
From the Ruger to the tutor, I got that
Verbal Buddha that makes you wanna roll a hooter
These are the rhymes you wanna hear
I was locked down doing shows—I got a lyrical tattoo tear
It's like crystal ‘cause I'm clear
The beat has lyrical gynecology—p**y n***as get Pap smeared
We fit tight, causing claustrophobia
Spit a flow at your wood forest like Obi-Wan Kenobi-a
And I Skywalk on tracks. And I has it Bo in Dukes
Slicing n***as with my lightsaber like Luke
And I shake the prime like an architect teacher
See if I can reach her, get paid like a preacher
It's three n***as with the right compatibility
Who stretch the flow using vocal elasticity?
That n***a Kombo, uh. Not overrated
I fit like pieces of puzzles: complicated
I don't stop
[Hook: Sample from Common Sense's "I Used to Love H.E.R."] (x8)
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all
And yes, yes, y'all. And yes, yes, y'all (And you don't stop)
[Outro: Kombo]
And I won't
‘Cause I don't stop
Light it up
Light it up
Kombination representing
Uh. Yes, yes, y'all