Canibus - U Don't Cee lyrics

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
Niggas got money and then they got hungry
Got friends in powerful places
Just like Bugsy, but more ugly
It's gon' get bloody, niggas 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 niggas got cheese to blow
On the phone, governor hit's
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 niggas ride
It's an island where the
Real skinny niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas see eye to eye
While fake niggas 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 niggas
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