Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Beretta 9
Album:  The Last Shall Be First
Song:   Can I See You
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Hell Razah]
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

[Hell Razah]
Yo, you couldn't see my with a telescope
Worse than cancer smoke; your antidote
Give me the remote, turn them off
I'll let my album meld your ass to a cross; crusifiction
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 sun rise
Burn your enterprise, today husbands and wives
Become Bonnie and Clyde, carry 4-5's in these last days
And times, same shit inside or outside
Tales of the darkside, 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
Caesers, try and seize us, we spot them like cheaters
And turn them into believers

[Beretta 9]
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 platoon, when I guide the God-U-Nation
For this military attack, surrender L's; draw back
Beretta take the point on this Sunz of Man war track
You fallin like Pitfall, while weak brothers went AWOL
This year Born-God, and I'ma hold my like stonewall
These foolish pretentions, I destroy your intentions
For instance, we talkin this shit with no resistence

[Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn]
Nah, cuz we camouflaged
The Gods stay camouflaged

[Prodigal Sunn]
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..
Remember 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, stalkin the land
Back and forth to the island
If it wasn't for the knowledge of self
I wouldn't have seen death
Ashes in the bass sittin on the shelf
As the years went, became intelligent to the nonsense
Than instead of livin like a savage, I can vanish

[Chorus 4X]

[Outro: Prodigal Sunn]
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