[Intro: Seun Kuti]
Uh-huh
Bad man lighter
One, two, three

[Chorus: Seun Kuti]
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place now (Fuck up)
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place (Fuck up)
And I know why they feel funky (Feel funky)
I know why my people, they feel funky (Feel funky)

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Blocka, and I been cookin' in the hot sun
When push come to shove, I'm a badmon
Seun, yes, young king, we got one
See you when we eatin' from they food in the pot, done
Tell 'em people hold them heads and eyes up
So we can organize the youth to rise up
I'm not a colonizer sympathizer
Me and all my franchises been survivors
Sons and fathers, men for progress of our cause
Any minor setbacks is but a small cost
Not enough pressure for me to call the dogs off
I am more the spirit in charge than all y'all
So what is a messiah to a man?
You can try and understand, what's a lion to a land?
I made history, then history began
Black excellence is what we consistently demand
Push your lighters up
[Chorus: Seun Kuti]
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place now (Fuck up)
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place (Fuck up)
And I know why they feel funky (Feel funky)
I know why my people, they feel funky (Feel funky)

[Verse 2: Seun Kuti]
They point their little fingers, they call me the bad man
My brothers and sisters, we roll out a fat one
Cause back the revolution, this bad man lighter
Cause back the change of the nation, this bad man lighter
And they got me still in chains, yeah (Fuck up)
And they got the feelings chained, yeah (Fuck up)
Uh, yeah, so me don't want her, so I can talk to the most high
And if you know high, and if you talk to the most high

[Chorus: Seun Kuti]
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place now (Fuck up)
Who's got the bad man lighter? (Fuck up)
Fuck up the place (Fuck up)
And I know why they feel funky (Feel funky)
I know why my people, they feel funky (Feel funky)
[Verse 3: VIC MENSA]
The spirit of Nkrumah, Lumumba kente clothed and Kunta
The ink of an increment's a Mansa Musa
From Abidjan to Abuja
I could paint an ambiance over the tuba like Peter [Ruka?]
Stroke of genius, anti-neo-colonial
Thrown a negus, my [?] ceremonial
Sellin' street weed, made a fortune off the gas like BP stealin' Nigeria petroleum
Thought of work with the Egypt 80
It's like Tucson meeting Dutty Boukman free of Haiti
Fuck the power, let the people pay me
Flyer than the e-boat landin', jammin' with an Igbo lady
Chase the devil with a bad man light'
Your favorite rebel in the shadow of the black man plight
Me and Seun go back like Vodun or Odunde
The king of [?] in the afterlife