Mr. Gene Poole - Evidence of Things Not Seen lyrics

[Verse 1: Sep Sev Sev Two] Your thoughts don't really matter Cause your actions don't follow What you do don't matter Cause you don't see tomorrow I don't know you that well But I know about your rep I had to leave the room cause you was too consumed with meth I salted the steps Now there's no excuse for slippin' Put away all the toys Try to avoid trippin' Your voice is different, is it really you talkin'? Change the subject Too often I'm kickin' dialogue with puppets I simply wear a smile Play the role of dum-dum Mr. Nice Guy Mr. Lie-'bout-where-I-come-from Humble The type you either love or disrespect Defense mech never even perceived me as a threat Guilty But still I let the real me through once in a while To put a smile on the face of those that feel me Acknowledge this game that's played Cause if you don't, you [?] And we'll be quick to read your page How'd you find me? C'mon, you didn't, I found you Used careful, strategic position to surround you I got sk**s, got steam, got heart, got team The true advantage is the evidence of things not seen [Hook] You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see Why don't you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see C'mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me [Verse 2: Pat Juba] We set the scene Monday, vibin' on A.D Clearly I recollect data be percept Mad emotion move irate Irrational [?] following Customer's violation blazed the eighth just before A [?] fatigue dungarees askin' questions About size, texture, color, packin' Paternal 6 inch patrol nonchalantly So he think but bluntly And actual frontin' My personal' is try to [?] again and raise supporters In a surplus with borders Mega hawk in my frame with twin mirrors I can't afford this My comfortable levels have been distorted My [?] [?], a veteran of [?] amnesia Sees the [?] weeds and f** you I'm leavin' The color issue Overexposed plus glamorized Demagnetized, to enforce the iller lies Like "I'm not racist" but the actions [?] Nice, you're Minnesota, but it's still about skin Should I (a) bomb the place, C4 from my cousin The aura buzzin' Or (b) terrorize the plumbin' Or saturate the surface with flyers to serve justice Nervous of how to hit him with truth, for street service I got the SKS Assault bless your chest, we're mental A future revolu' comin' out [Hook] You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see Why don't you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see You don't see if you only see what you're allowed to see C'mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me [Verse 3: General Woundwart] Patiently I'm waitin' in the brush, ready to destruct A hook-nosed scoundrel, slice his throat on the down-low I see the platoon steppin' through the marsh Lights only supplied by the moon and the stars It's pitch dark Glowin' is the red of the eyes of the antagonists B52s and battleships I'm makin' [?] I'm trackin' with my scanner, checkin' out my periphery I hope that my commander's somewhere lookin', detectin' me Infrared scopes right next to me I drop my head to my lap and start breathin' heavily (Heavy breathing) As the steps get closer My limbs get colder I start to lose my composure It's over That's what I'm feelin' I've been defeated I'm sittin' in my own feces Thinkin' of defense The sequence runnin' through my mind at the time of the sticky situation Is I don't want to taste gun shell and casings So I'mma do what I have to do I'm not a match for you So I won't try to [?] you Bag the tool, cause I don't want to get my life trashed Call me a coward, cause I'm throwin' up the white flag [Outro] My eyes are open, and I don't like what I see My eyes are open, and I don't like what I see My eyes are open, and I don't like what I see