[Lyric] I See (D-Sisive)

[Verse One] [D-Sisive]:
Before I came to carve my name
Bomb my name on walls and trains
My back was against the walls I'd spray
Against All Odds like Colin sang
Pop light trapped in darkened cave
Where rodents crawl and cobwebs hang
Conversate with a volleyball palm
Drawn on face like Thomas Hanks
Found my callin', found my faith
Tip and Phife Dawg, found my way
Knotted my laces hard and came
Back to say goodbye, calling James
To the so cliche, so cliche, so been done before, so Stephen Page
So recycled, so T-Pain
Flows so dope, or so he claims

[Chorus]:
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
"You're mad cause my style you're admirin'" - Notorious B.I.G. 'Flava In Ya Ear (Remix)
[Verse Two] [Muneshine]:
Legendary already
Not Don Henley or Tom Petty (no sir_
But to many I'm on better than any
I presume you are not in tune
I am not in tune
I am now into
Put the Dot in the middle and the end of if you
Can remember it
Due to forget it, next move but I never quit
Don't sleep, never hit snooze or chew sedatives
Fuck rap, this here's for relevance
This the kid's year, success it lives here
Amidst the evidence
Ever since me and D linked
Never flinch, eyes peeled better get a glimpse
Do the math we the survey choice
We get cake and celebrate, we the birthday boys
Get to know us, focus, notice, know this
Know it's, hopeless, to go against us

[Chorus]:
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
"You're mad cause my style you're admirin'"
[Verse Three] [9th Uno]:
Since a young man of thirteen
I've been the worst thing
To happen to wack rappers over exerting
And tryin' hard, I am human so I am flawed
But on the mic I let there be light like I am God
Yet I am odd and may be headed for nowhere
9th gettin' his due credit is so rare
You wanna throw fair, don't even go there
I leave you face down like Chris Brown, no air
And I don't mean Rihanna so you can pause that
Fellas want they balls back, girls want they draws back
Cause I hit it and quit it, split it with no call back
Never fall flat or fall back
I will prevail on 'em
Never spit frail on 'em
Whale on 'em
Straight Christian Bale on 'em
Tilt the scale on 'em
Dead fly see, fake million dollar men
Ted Diabiase

[Chorus]:
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
I see
The gimmicks, the wack lyrics, the shit is depressin'
Pathetic, please forget it
"You're mad cause my style you're admirin'"
[Verse Four] [Little Vic]:
We right, it's V nice and D-Sisive
See bitin' like I started to be Tyson
Someone called me a guinea while street fightin'
Hit 'em so fast now they call me "Grease Lightening"
Bridging hip hop and I don't need hyphens
Collab with cats, spit, watch 'em retypin' they last shit
Hot air balloons in this rap shit
In the basket a cow, let the beef heighten
That's Vic for days, puffin' lemon lime
And get fucked up like David Ruffin in his prime
I'm on some prime rib
Glass of that almond 'yac
50 grand in the bomber jacket
I can get rude, smooth, calm, attack it
With the same brutality they bomb Iraq with
Flip words for birds
Call you the albatross
We used to have parties in the dark with the power off
Soldiers look at Vic like, "Yeah, that's our boss."
Bring me chickens minus the sweet and sour sauce
Big until your last figures get touched
Used every quarter and smoked every cigarette butt
With a big bowl of pasta, giggalo posture
Same ? when the trigger blows, got ya!
I got ya

"Don't get mad"