Lighters

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

What’s your resolution for this new year? January is slowly coming to an end now. Some people may have found their goals to be achieved, yet some people may haven’t. For those who still haven’t found it yet, follow your passion, be prepared to work hard and sacrifice, and, above all, don’t let anyone limit your dreams. That’s what Donovan Bailey told us. While Gail Devers said; keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe. The Remember and The Forgotten; don’t think about your frustation, but think about your unfulfilled potential; don’t concern about what you tried and failed, but concern about what it is still possible for you to do. You must know what you want from life.

Fighters keep fighting. Put your lighters up, point them skyward.” –Bad Meets Evil feat. Bruno Mars, Lighters

American hip-hop duo consisted of the infamous rapper Eminem and Royce da 5’9”, Bad Meets Evil, collaborated with singer Bruno Mars for the song titled “Lighters”. The alternative hip-hop song was released on July 5th 2011, as the second single from Bad Meets Evil’s first EP titled “Hell: The Sequel”. It incorporated soul music, as well as included influences of synthpop.
“Lighters” is a celebration song for those who living out their dreams, without backing out, without giving up. “There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up. Only thing I ever gave up using’s no more excuses.” Whoever we are, there are always people who will try to take us down; don’t let them. Whatever we do, there are always people who will dislike; don’t let them shake you. Follow your passion, prove them wrong. “People don’t usually come back this way from a place that was dark as I was in, just to get to this place. Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage. And let it be known that from this day forward, I wanna just say thanks, ‘cause your hate is what gave me the strength.” Let the hurdles forge you to become strong. Let the pain encourages you to become rigid. “I’ll stop when I'm at the very top. You shitted on me on your way up, it’s ‘bout to be a scary drop. ‘Cause what goes up, must come down. You going down on something you don’t wanna see.” In the end, every dream is possible to come true for those who believe and fight for it. “This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams, we’re all right where we should be. With my arms out wide I open my eyes, and now all I wanna see is a sky full of lighters.”
Written and produced by Eminem, Battle Roy and The Smeezingtons, “Lighters” achieved mixed reviews. Some critics praised the change in style of music (which was very different than any other Bad Meets Evil’s songs), while others criticized it for the same reason. Despite the mixed reception, the song performed generally well commercially. Indeed, this song deserves that for the positive and inspirational message it brings.

You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down, forced to fight. But tonight, we’re alright, so hold up your lights, let it shine.” –Bad Meets Evil feat. Bruno Mars, Lighters


“This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams, we’re all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes, and now all I wanna see is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up, I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning, fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point ‘em skyward uh
Had a dream, I was king, I woke up, still king, this rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, ‘till it kills me I swear to God I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave up using’s no more excuses, excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick popping shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks tryna kid, flipped dick, you did opposite, you stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it, ‘cause it wasn't that, long ago when Marshall sat, flustered lack, lustered
Cause he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up, nothing, brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzzin’
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it, wasn’t cause he had buzzards circlin’ around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off, little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it makes? What it takes to get it through your thick skulls, that this ain’t some bullshit, people don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in, just to get to this place, now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward I wanna just say thanks, ‘cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9” but I feel like I’m 6’8”!

By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin’ to blow it and I ain’t gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did, Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back so it’s only right that I write till he can march
Right into that post office and tell em to hang it up, now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I'm at the very top, you shitted on me on your way up, it’s ‘bout to be a scary drop
‘Cause what goes up, must come down, you going down on something you don’t wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now, used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy, now I’m just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao, ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain’t wanna work with me, my car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston I went from having my city locked up to getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high And y’all niggas just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly, y’all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that, I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down, forced to fight
But tonight, we’re alright, so hold up your lights, let it shine
Cause, this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams, we’re all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes, and now all I wanna see is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters”

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