STREET LIGHT's video: Street Light - Veni Vidi Vici Funk Volume s DFUOB 6 Promo Entry

I AM NOT IN THIS CONTEST, this is a promo for Funk Volume. http://facebook.com/streetxlight http://twitter.com/streetlight http://streetxlight.com Lyrics: Son/sun shining, but they asking why the rain/reign is ending. Cuz to repeat would only mean I'm in the same position. Be a slave contending for free or leap to a paid musician. To be what the game is missing, I had to refrain from spitting weak put you to sleep lame "let me play the villain" while knee-deep in the beef, claim I'm greatest, illest name, we gone make you feel us, (HA!) and other slang on how I'm a killer trained all my verses interlaced with fillers. You heard Street & Hopsin and thought you could be the bombest if we could just leave a comment on how you're a beast with rhyming-- record your cds in closets, and maybe you'll even sign if you believe in getting by receiving biweekly deposits. Screaming "the beats are weak, and FV and only sees the garbage. But the key is content; and honestly, you can keep the chopping . Let me guess, now you're tied to a chair in your video, but really, though? And dying your hair? Got me feeling like a lion, Goliath, Orion in here. Yo, who said I gotta sign anywhere? These labels had half a chance-- til I talked with em and walked into the offices with a match in hand to scratch on your cash advance. (WHA!?) I gotta masterplan to drop your whole roster and outperform all my rapping fam. As if I have many; most the old homies left me hanging, so I'm saying, don't ever ask to collab again. -CHORUS- [Topic of discussion now]. (Ha!) It's all eyes on me. [In the underground{, they hoping I'm gon leave.. All the hatred is helping him make it, [veni, vidi, vici!] Let me just show you the basics. [They can't tell you how to do it], they never did it. [Everybody wanna know how to do it,] they never listen. [I get the feeling that I'm up next], judging by the numbers, [maybe that's why they so upset]-- still got the hunger. [Hear the Thunder] You can't relate to me making music or making moves like I'm in the Matrix; all you fakers do is just make excuses. Preaching to vacant pews cause usually hate ensues when you can make a statement to prove that they went and paid for views. I came in and paid my dues, and paving the way for you to do away with this huge nation waiting for Dame to choose; like it's career placement, I'm ending Marches like April Fools-- play your part; I wait for the game to start you just came to lose. Hands clapping. Stop or get dropped from the bandwagon. I been plotting since around Hopsin rapped about pants sagging. I did the opposite from monotonous bland bragging to confident brand dominance. Box with the Last Dragon. Incompetence can't block all my pompous and brash actions. I vomit when asked how many cowards could stand chances. I'm honest--my fast rapping and contests, advanced past it. Acknowledge the transaction of power. The last champion.