The Lights

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. Reddawn - "The Lights" [Emcee(s): Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock) and Spectrum] [Producer(s): Kenny Diaz] [Intro: Reddawn] Spectrum: It is now time to enter the zone.  (Jedi, Spectrum, Jedi, Spectrum, Jedi). Spectrum: The light Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock): Pyramindz Spectrum: H.o.R. strike hard Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock): Yo Spectrum: Bless 'em [Interlude: Spectrum] Yeah, yeah, and it's on in here. Yeah, yeah, (What?) and it's on in here. Yeah, yeah, (What?) 'cause it's on in here [Verse 1: Jedi Bateria (AKA Son of Spock)] I leave remains Just to tell the vision. Rappers? I sit 'em down like victims And ask 'em questions if they were open 'cause they're more Ignorant than me. In my early teens, I be picking adver- -saries at random, divide the scene like a phantom 'cause, for these Rappers, I couldn't care less even if they were bystanders Jedi's a Highlander with thoughts that are immortal. Your crew is Singular, nigga, while my armor is plural. Dare Exploit the last resort? Each rhythm is written, we're thinking like Mozart, rhymes Tranquilize minds with no dart, the art I ran Egyptian I mark spots and drop cards according to opposition I'm conditioned to this crisis, devices is rejected As it was, it's given by your psychiatrist. I wave When I break your pencil like your patience to bring it to this rap nation Invasion like trespassing when I was given permission By my own signature. This musician is Infinite like music too amusing to the audience Fusions of insight, the crowd is too colorful while all I need Is the spotlight to have you bleeding like the hype [Verse 2: Spectrum] And know that I will never Stall with my thinking, yo, 'cause life'll catch you sleeping You preach and teach these [?], but the projects got your scruples In dark parks with kids in playgrounds, the youth is wild. In the Blink of an eye, I'm a stressed man with no oppor- -tunities 'cause Uncle Sam, yo, haunts me. This pile of shit Gets deeper, foes they act like, friends are getting bent when trying to Screw me. My girl be acting moody [?] Sheisty, my pops told that [?] who's to game, so who's to blame? On all these fucking drugs, they got me O.D.'ed in O.T Athletics was ambition, rookies are petro Careers is washed-up, so they let go. Yearning to be hard-rocks With slingshots [?]. Since the birth Of hip hop, my one love is getting fucked. I need room To breathe beneath the industry. Never mainstream 'cause the Main theme of a dream in the drug scene is what these Emcees have in common, starving for contracts like hungry Hostages. I'm losing sleep trying to make ends meet Never stress the enemy 'cause cars and riches simply don't Impress me. Spectrum will be the lyricist Coming off like this. H.o.R., we strike Hard (House of Repz) [Outro: Spectrum] Hahahaha, peep it like that