Chuck Mason - See Me Now III lyrics

[Verse 1: OutSpok'N] Thankful we made it through another summer solstice The drought dried lakes and forced tears in the previous year Emotions that once captivated, evaporated, lacerated Hope and choke speaking about change In my city complacent dwells adjacent to the truth Proof gets pistol whipped stomped and kicked all over some chains And a pocket full of change so I adapt They'll never catch me sleeping Out East? Please. Emotions on shoulder turn to tattoo sleeves And ghetto turned to ratchet but Black is still the way to be Open up your eyes and see. I've bleed and grinded in these streets 360 no rails no lunch pails Maybe a tools and a couple bails if it all fails THIS IS MY CITY! Folktales of hope and the smell of hard work pressed on our shirts Jeans filled with dreams and reminders of our work If you don't work, you don't eat That power takes a cheap fair but the deposit is steep There's a new composite of Yin & Yang And more than ever n***as is getting beat It's live by the street or take your smart a** to school But it's hard to feed the fam' off art cla** and cool Cool if you like it, but my growing pains need Vicodin At night, it tends to heighten When i stop to shed some light on life and how I got enlightened I escaped to I-State where I was writing like a Titan I declared war on my pad, no sword or even a knife But my pen was like a trident, never before nothing like it My notebooks couldn't hold it in like bottled up lightening So it spilled out on stage, i mean these fillings I be fighting You win some you lose some, but you can't take 'em all Even with you back against the ropes, it's never cool to take a fall If you slip get your grip don't pause This cause is effected by those rejected and disrespected The wretched neglected who we bullsh** and drink piss for breakfast It's hectic, but this is just a preface to the message And it's simple you can e-mail, Instagram, or text it [Verse 2: Chuck Mason] I put on for my city, all it's residence attest to this Shot straight up to the top that all contenders wore a vest for this The flow was heaven sent y'all thought I scripted out a testament Pharaoh wouldn't free the flow Chuck Moses lead the Exodus The best what'd you expect this is How y'all rappers neglect this sh** Got game from the greatest that never made it to protect this sh** Wait, just wave hi when you see me. It's a long way to the top ... The blood of a champion, perseverance of losers Tossed perfect ultimatums, only the strongest can be choosers I ran laps on tracks for hours, the bomb now I am callused A message to you doubters telling them all to s** a phallus Balance missiles, pistols, poems, lyrics, city, and a Psalms The world is in God's palms but my city's in my arms But I doused myself with napalm, b**h I'm bout to blow These other n***as rapping bomb threats, saying the blowing but I doubt it tho Head hunting for that crown, Indianapolis my town Control that reign, hold your head down in shame until you drown Dark blood of the martyr spews from lead of the author Only real n***as survive and the fake n***as get slaughtered Arsynado da Vinci, I paint pictures for the blind and cite wisdom the deaf There's no wonder why no one feels me Filthy, I bathe my lyrics fast Make sure your tongue and lips Don't grip, just kiss my a** So when you see me [Verse 3: Alex Stone] Was stressing thinking I'll never bare resemblance to success Practiced patience in private, my own cosmetic surgeon I guess So n***a watch me while I operate, yeah Ok uhn Was stressing thinking I'll never bare resemblance to success Practiced patience in private, my own cosmetic surgeon I guess So n***a watch me while I operate the new face of the game And please cooperate, it's better to just adjust to the change So please cooperate, I got it locked don't try adjusting change Lyrical warfare I'll pen out incendiary grenades So my suggestion's you need to adapt to this Indiana Fever Stone and Mr. Mason sh** about to heat up And they used to talking but I bet the next time they see us They have their hand out like I'm supposed to palm read ya' But I ain't feeling these n***a might've suffered anesthesia See Me Now but 'Nap town has slept on me like Posturepedic And I was told you fail to plan then you plan to fail Sold my book of rhymes and my daily planner as well And in the grand scheme of things I'll inevitably Boy the clique is UvE, these other n***as SNL [Verse 4: Sincere Tha Truth] Uhn, What it do world, back for the first time Was sipping Pinot Grigio when I heard through the grape vine That the world been looking for me well tell 'em I ain't hard to find Might need your flashlights out in the day time So tell'em all that hating's motivating sh** Always had the drive, just no means of transportation My ambitions as a rider's like 2Pac, picture me rolling all through your town I'm like two Pacs, that's no Biggie, but still I get around So why the f** these n***as hate me, I'm everything they can't be They ask for handouts, I tell 'em f** you and pay me Squares in my circle but I'm still in good shape G And that's word to Chuck Mason, just be patient we gone make it Let's just embrace the love that they show us though it's disguised as hate Don't f** with n***as or b**hes I'd rather masturbate And bypa** fate, fear the top, support my weight And should I fall let my demise just be great So when you see me what's good So wave hi when you see me It's a long way to the top so wave bye when you see me And I'm sitting all alone no wonder why you can't see me High as f**, I swear don't need to catch a contact to see me Couldn't work in my boots nor run in my sneakers And when these fakers hear my verse just don't start calling for features Not being facetious, I told em I'm like two Pacs ba*tards And these n***as all caput they like 2Pac backwards Yeah