Canibus

Canibus - U Don't Cee

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[Canibus]

It's the capital C, little A-N-I, capital B, U-S, whattup G

Even from a distance I got a front row seat

And I'm watchin what y'all don't see

Listen up kids

Your favorite artists are mafia bosses

From the streets to the corporate office of they lawyers

Niggaz got money and then they got hungry

Got friends in powerful places just like Bugsy, but more ugly

It's gon' get bloody, niggaz don't know

the side of the street shit the TV don't show

Tour buses full of weed and coke, gettin a hundred G's a show

These niggaz got cheese to blow

On the phone, governor hits, gotta hide they mothers and kids

Talkin in code, watchin out for the feds

Every day they address change

Hoppin out of bombproof automobiles, from real jet planes

The mainstream think they just rappin

They don't have the eyes or ears to see or hear what's happenin

I'm from an island where the skinny niggaz ride

It's an island where the real skinny niggaz die

Ask my nigga Spragga Benz, he'll tell you why

We represent Jamaican pride

It's a war bein fought on all levels, let me paint the picture

It's the straights against the gays, but the gays is richer

There's a lot of sexy beasts in the system that like men more than women

Cause they spent so much time in the prison

I can tell you what it is and what it isn't, this shit is subliminal

Can't see it without the criminal vision

Motherfuckers is livin a life nobody ain't filmin

Thug TV, and it ain't for children

Guns, sex, money and drugs, fuck your feelings

Feds puttin smoke detectors with bugs in ceilings

Niggaz hirin they own law enforcement

Goin to court bent, dollars be talkin, drop the charges

Don't forget, that nigga Shyne comin home soon

And I +KNOW+ he hungry, I wonder what he gon' do

If you can hear me cousin, I got my money on you

What niggaz sayin in the streets is true, see you soon

We can do somethin with Spragga B or Elephant Man

When you come home, you see my shit is militant man

I just came back from Belize, my uncle got married

to this drug lord's niece, and bought a 36 karat marquis

I'll holla at you, we'll discuss the plan

I'm a soldier but I squeeze with a delicate hand

The 50 cal cost fifteen thou'

And I ain't stupid enough to say I got one, you figure it out

It's a lot of nosy niggaz around

That's why I moved the fuck out of New York to a less busier town

With a 9 to 5, I still experience life on the finer side

Hollerin ride or die

Man of flesh with the eyes of God

A concrete bunker protects my mind so I cry inside

While I watch how the media designed the lies

But real niggaz see eye to eye

While fake niggaz run around lookin for another ride to buy

With they lawyers co-signin the crime, I rhyme like

there's a hundred million dollars on the line every time

I'm ready to place a bet any time

Empty a whole nine into any shield you hide behind

to breach your contract with Father Time

Just an old problem in the modern world, you see how these niggaz

is thorough from borough to borough, I'll give you referrals

7-1-8, 3-6-0, 2-5-1

Send the last digit on a bullet through a barrel

My hundred pound rucksack full of ammo and army apparel

If a nigga REALLY wanna battle

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