What U See - Masta Killa

What you see, ah, you ain’t seen nothing yet

Ah, you ain’t seen nothing, ah, you ain’t seen nothing yet, I thought I

Told you

What you see is what you get

And you don’t see and don’t respect

You must be blind and can’t detect

That I am from that BK set

Where Bible men flex big chains round necks

Wet late night sex, big dice game vets

Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west

Weed gun men bet, then all run it down, it’s all good

I thought I told you, and your mother step in the square, I bet I fold you

Rhyming on timing, I shine like I’m suppose to

Nothing come close to son, it’s suppose to shine, I thought I told you

Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar

Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra

I guess it just comes with the life of a star

Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw

I know you never heard it like this before

Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk

We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw

Raw 'caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King

Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word

Break a man jaw on the floor, that’s what you pay for

Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike

Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sun