Sunz Of Man, Kinetic 9 - Can I See You lyrics

Grand know what I'm sayin
Even though I don't see you
Know what I'm sayin
My niggas in jail, knowhatimsayin?
I still got my eyes on you, word up
Knowhatimsayin? another chapter

Yo, you couldn't see me with a telescope
Worse than cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote, turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass to a cross
Crucifixion camouflaged for the mission
Use your third eye to see the Israelite
Detect those who tell lies
I see you magnified, I blend with the sunrise
Burn your enterprise
Today husbands and wives
Become Bonnie and Clyde
Carry 45s in these last days
In times, same shit inside or outside
Tales of the dark side, we still among minds
Keep the strong in the jail cells
The countdown for hell
Use the truth or you bail
Let my words be the brail
For the blind who can't see us
Like Black Jesus caesars, try to seize us
We spot them like cheaters
And turn them into believers

Yo, I was born to survive
A soldier and I strive
With a duty to civilize these 85's
In their streets is a wiseman
An original black man
With a plan to run these
Devil's off my motherfuckin land
Unless you were close
When I strained the operation
Yo, check the first to tool
When I guide to guard your nation
For this military attack
Surrender L's draw back
Beretta take the point on this
Sunz Of Man war track
I burn them like trick-alls
While weak brothers went AWOL
This new born god
And I'mma hold my life thrower
These fool keep their intentions
I destroy your intentions for instance
We talkin this shit with no resistance

The gods stay camouflaged

Yo, remember
I think it was September or November
A cold winter
I heard you got bagged and murdered
Informed by my nigga Glock, the observer
He told me, all about the fucked up
Thin number for a minute, I didn't understand
Then again, I understood good
Shit is rough in the hood
Before I knew, I was a Sun Of Man
Kept a gun in hand, stalking the land
Back and forth to the island
If it wasn't for the knowledge of self
I would've been seen death
Ashes in the base sittin on the shelf
As the years went
Became intelligent to the nonsense
No longer livin like a savage, I can vanish

All my people locked down for possessions
Word up
My nigga Islord knocked up in Harlemtin
I see you when you come home
From Crowns Hights, to Red Hook
Bedstuy, Brownsville, Fort Green
Word up to whole Brooklyn
Keep ya head up, one to yourself
My nigga Michael, Big Bo from Red Hook
We comin to get you
Knockin down walls, comin to get you