STREET LIGHT's video: Street Light - Rhyme4PRhyme

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/prhyme/id927056584 http://www.beatstars.com Most of you know that I'm actually a really big fan of DJ Premier and Royce Da 5'9. This is my take on a track from their new album that you can check out and support in the links above. Contact Me: http://facebook.com/streetxlight http://twitter.com/streetlight Lyrics (RapGenius, ahem): Gather round, gather round. As I show em what-- flow I open up To match the sound. Sober soldier, I'm Loaded Lux, CHOKING if packing CAL to smoke a blunt; though I'm POSTED UP, I'm never BACKING DOWN. Im just showing up rappers who ain't even showing up for half a round; in fact, the referee don't even have to count. You're supposed to DUCK, cuz if I throw a punch, you gone fly so high and far away, that before the match, they gon have to pat you down. Your boy got the weapon? My section deploy, then destroy. He'll reach orbit 'for he can even -- reach for it. Yea. He's a dummy, a decoy. I'm laughing, while we blowing up internationally so everything we see foreign/C4-ing.. Girl troubles. Saying things that she won't let me take back like I ain't got a receipt for it. Yea, I swear she records it, always ready to RUN IT BACK like Devin Hester, want me to sit through a lecture, I'm about to bust through this screen door and -- I'm never coming back. Another reason when a girl tell me that it's cuffing season, I'm demanding to -see. a. warrant. Please quit that--checking through my phone at 3 in the morning. I was just faking. Sleeping. Snoring. Wait a minute. We about to reach the chorus. Verse 2: I ain't really here/hear, y'all.. I'm an illusionist. David Copperfield.. He wanna marry the game. And you wanna cop a feel. I really wanna bury the dame, get away in the Dodge, I will. And those are my two goals. Like that's my soccer field. Irritated with my new flow. I dropped the pills that I would use to cope. And stop myself accruing 0s in doctor bills. Woah. That's a lot to feel. Let me get that ibupro-wait. You don't Innovate or Imitate? well I do both. And this my mainstream radio flow.. I could sign to Cash Money, make Baby go broke. In the club choosin. Is that yo girl? The way she eyeing me, even your lady don't know... Ha. Don't get it twisted. I never spit for prize money; The mission's my pride, dummy; my wish is to find something or somebody that rhymes with the quickness to hide from me, surprise! Try to put your hands as high up as I am jumping! Scared of the ether. Petrified of the beat I electrify from the seat as I testify against PETA. Exercising my qì while you die from the pesticides that I exorcise from the beast. Mesmerized by the speed in my PRhyme.