Yeah
DJ Shadow up in this motherfucker
David Banner
Shawty, you got some nuts for this one, baby

I swear that I'm seein' something
I can swear that I'm seeing (yeah)
I swear that I'm seein' something
I can swear that I'm seeing (yeah)
Yeah, yeah

I hear voices whisper tell me, "Banner, kill yourself"
Man I call on the Lord, pain doesn't ease from wealth
These cars, these clothes, these hoes never meant nothin'
Havin' nightmares screamin' and bustin' at my enemy
I put a bullet in that nigga and I see it's me
Is it my soul killing self-hate
Or does that nigga in me have to die before I reach them pearly gates
Either way I got somethin' to say
Jam Master Jay used to yell "Walk this way"
But it's hard to walk like a man, the industry's gay
And these the same motherfuckers that's controlin' my cash
And the same ones, the government, controllin' yo ass
Why George Bush ain't in jail for stealin' them votes?
Why the CIA ain't closed, man, for pushin' that dope?
Get it crackin' America, the CIA, aka the KKK
It's judgement day

Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs
They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains

There's no support here, there's no foundation
There's no Plan B, Plan A
These people are very desperate
Hello babe, we need to get outta here

In a Chevy, I'm wondering if the Feds broke the levee
Are they in with the devil to control the weather?
Hurricanes and typhoons every other week
While po' folks are drowning in the middle of the street
We too scared to speak, or too busy on the internet
I heard they about to put LoJacks in our kids' necks
Martial law, tell Bush, "Naw, we ain't ready to flip"
The 'hood is like a modern slave ship
We packed like sardines and shackled to the streets
And crack is cotton that grows up from the concrete
Shit, but I guess I'm seein' thangs
We'd rather not learn, we'd rather fuckin' gang bang

Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein'
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs
They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' (yeah)
Seein', seein' thangs, I can swear that I'm seein' thangs (yeah)
They comin' for ya soul, they already got the chains (yeah)

Seein' seein', what am I seein'?
Seein' seein', what am I seein'?
Seein' seein', what am I seein'?
Seein' seein', what am I seein'?
Seein' seein', what am I seein'?
Seein' seein', what am I seein'?

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Writer(s): Cecilia, Josh Paul Davis, Lavell W. Crump