Light My Fire
Pras Michel Lyrics


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Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah
Yeah, eh-heh, alright (mmm, uh, uhhh)
Good morning light my fire baby woo; woo, woo!
Ohhh-oh-ohhhh, girl you make me feel fine
(Yeah, uhh, ha ha)
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah! Ohh-oh-ohhhh
Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah!
[Pras Michel]
Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed
Mixed with some weed and a lil' bit of Hennessy
When I bleed, I love to believe
That a friend in need is a friend indeed
Where da bumba claat, where da bumba ras
Forget me not, dem know a Super Pras
Blueberry don't start no fight
Sean Paul tell 'em pass the light
Eighty bars but your 16 ain't worth the spit
Money cars and fame is that all you get?
Pride and respect in the street, that's not all I got
Silly boy come test, cause dem wield de shot
Seckle de violence, bad boy move in silence
Give them some guidance, they need to see the science
(Fire that's richer than ??) Well speak up
And through your minutes of fame I kept my FEET up

[Chorus: Pras Michel + female]
C'mon and light my fire, babyyy, ohh-oh-ohhhh
Kiss the sun let's get higher, hi-ii-iiigh
They don't think we're gonna make it, ohh-oh-ohhhh
But the world let's just take it, hi-ii-iiigh

[Pras Michel]
Well I was often told I was off my road
Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold
Let the truth be told, I made the mold
23 years old, 20 million sold
Y'all dream of half-a-mill, lookin for your next meal
Ask the guerillas, I signed my own deal
Movies, clothing, ma I'm so ill
Mash up the dancefloor (yo Pras chill!)
Man SECKLE, I'm bumpin like a kettle {*whistle*}
You don't hear the sound bustin your vessel? {Brrap!}
And for my enemies, scope 'em like the Kennedy's
You think I'm lyin? Go and ask the ReFugees

[Chorus]

[Pras Michel]
40 days 40 nights I was off the scene
Cocked back my style with a gangsta lean
Kept my ears to the streets and my hands been clean
Servin rice and beans while I plot and scheme
Back by the 18, we buffalo soldiers
Rude bwoy run 'way, I thought I told ya
Guns too big to fight in a holster
Still stay true to my roots and culture
When we comin rushin in best be afraid
We take a flag when we march in our parade
Brooklyn, Trini, Jamaican, Haitian
We built to rule like United Nation
Still Pras fat hooks I'm no Nas
Type bars through wars ain't no scars
Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome
Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, ba-by!

[Chorus]

[female ad libs while Pras talks]




Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin
Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh

Overall Meaning

In "Light My Fire," Pras Michel talks about his mixed racial heritage, his principles, his success in the music industry, and his commitment to his roots. The opening lines that go "Good morning light my fire baby woo; woo, woo! Ohhh-oh-ohhhh, girl, you make me feel fine," engage the listener and set the mood for the song. Pras goes on to describe his background and his belief in loyalty and friendship. He calls out other rappers and challenges them to focus on their craft and prioritize personal values over material things. In the second verse, he continues to speak on his accomplishments in the music industry, signing his own deals, and branching out into movies and clothing. He uses the line "Back by the 18, we buffalo soldiers" to refer to Haitian revolution that began in 1791 and his people who were part of it. Lastly, he talks about his multicultural identity, being Brooklyn-born and raised by Haitian parents, and representing other Caribbean countries while remaining true to his roots.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo (uh, what, yo, uh-huh) ha, yeah yeah
Introduction and expression of excitement


Yeah, eh-heh, alright (mmm, uh, uhhh)
Confirmation and approval


Good morning light my fire baby woo; woo, woo!
Asking the girl to charm him in pleasant way


Ohhh-oh-ohhhh, girl you make me feel fine
Expressing the happiness and satisfaction taken from the girl


(Yeah, uhh, ha ha)
Interruption to express agreement and laugh


Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah! Ohh-oh-ohhhh
Impulse sounds to express craziness and excitement


Dan-na-dah-doo-doo-dah!
Impulse sounds to express craziness and excitement


Well I was born a mixed breed, a planted seed
Introducing himself and telling he is of mixed origin


Mixed with some weed and a lil' bit of Hennessy
Jokingly associating his genealogy with weed and a popular liquor


When I bleed, I love to believe
Expressing his love for himself and confidence


That a friend in need is a friend indeed
Believing in the importance of real friendship


Where da bumba claat, where da bumba ras
Using Jamaican slang to inquire about some people


Forget me not, dem know a Super Pras
Introducing himself again with self-proclaimed style


Blueberry don't start no fight
Referring to a song of his rival rapper, advising against starting a feud


Sean Paul tell 'em pass the light
Referencing another popular rapper, telling him to pass him the torch


Eighty bars but your 16 ain't worth the spit
Using rap jargon to criticize other artists' work


Money cars and fame is that all you get?
Wondering if that is all that some rappers care about


Pride and respect in the street, that's not all I got
Claiming to have more values and principles


Silly boy come test, cause dem wield de shot
Challenging others to test him, as he has power


Seckle de violence, bad boy move in silence
Speaking in Jamaican slang and advising against being violent


Give them some guidance, they need to see the science
Suggesting that people need good advice and explanations


(Fire that's richer than ??) Well speak up
Referencing something that is great, asking others to clarify


And through your minutes of fame I kept my FEET up
Boasting that others come and go, while he endures


C'mon and light my fire, babyyy, ohh-oh-ohhhh
Repeating the chorus that asks the girl to seductively charm him


Kiss the sun let's get higher, hi-ii-iiigh
Inviting the girl to be happy and wild together


They don't think we're gonna make it, ohh-oh-ohhhh
Overcoming adversity and people's disbelief


But the world let's just take it, hi-ii-iiigh
Seizing the opportunities presented by the world


Well I was often told I was off my road
Referring to criticisms that he received


Never sold my soul for the glitter of gold
Stating that he has not betrayed himself for money


Let the truth be told, I made the mold
Reinforcing his originality and creativity


23 years old, 20 million sold
Boasting his past commercial success


Y'all dream of half-a-mill, lookin for your next meal
Comparing himself to other rappers who aim for less


Ask the guerillas, I signed my own deal
Referring to his colleagues in the music industry, stating his own autonomy


Movies, clothing, ma I'm so ill
Listing other ventures he has undertaken with success


Mash up the dancefloor (yo Pras chill!)
Impulsively inviting people to dance, including himself


Man SECKLE, I'm bumpin like a kettle {*whistle*}
Adopting Jamaican patois and telling others to relax, as he can perform well


You don't hear the sound bustin your vessel? {Brrap!}
Asking others if they can feel his music's impact, with an interjection


And for my enemies, scope 'em like the Kennedy's
Threatening his rivals with violence


You think I'm lyin? Go and ask the ReFugees
Referring to his band, whose members can attest to his attitude


40 days 40 nights I was off the scene
Describing his absence from music, as if he were on a biblical journey


Cocked back my style with a gangsta lean
Asserting that he has come back strong and confident


Kept my ears to the streets and my hands been clean
Suggesting that he has been aware of the trends and avoided trouble


Servin rice and beans while I plot and scheme
Hinting that he has planned his comeback while living humbly


Back by the 18, we buffalo soldiers
Referring to Bob Marley's song, identifying himself as a warrior


Rude bwoy run 'way, I thought I told ya
Continuing the Jamaican-style bravado and claiming victory


Guns too big to fight in a holster
Suggesting that he is dangerous and powerful


Still stay true to my roots and culture
Claiming that he has not forgotten his origin


When we comin rushin in best be afraid
Warning others that he and his group can be violent


We take a flag when we march in our parade
Symbolizing that he and his group are proud and victorious


Brooklyn, Trini, Jamaican, Haitian
Listing the places where he and his group come from


We built to rule like United Nation
Comparing his group's diversity and global reach to that of the UN


Still Pras fat hooks I'm no Nas
Acknowledging a fellow rapper's fame, while asserting his own style


Type bars through wars ain't no scars
Imploring the message that he can perform well without getting hurt


Took the pilgramage to conquer Rome
Using a religious metaphor of overcoming adversity and reaching success


Dethroned Caesar, guerillas now they're home, ba-by!
Claiming that he and his group have won against their opponents, and are now victorious and content


Yeah, guerillas baby, you don't see us comin
Using guerrilla tactics to assert supremacy


Brrap, brrap, lights out, ah-heh-heh
Finishing with aggressive and euphoric noises




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