UNSEEN CLEAN — FULL MASTER VERSION (Respect for a Man Already Made) [HOOK] Hustle in the low light, pants on the waistline low Move like a ghost in the street where the cold winds blow Unseen, clean — no debt, no chain, no owe Fast pace, no trace, that’s the life he chose Truth lit from within, that’s the fire he holds Blind minds wake up when the real unfolds Unseen, clean — yeah the story gets told By the man on the move with a heart so bold [VERSE 1] de man hustles wit pants below de waste wit control unattained, strained clean scene perfected on the go, lowkey too quick to be seen networked set without any debt unpaid not played, wit vision clear, facts for real each deal earning respect unseen true quality attained, hard work wit no roots or trails untraced fast paced without fear — him him both here and dare spoken word in pieces sparking the KIDDz memory or pasts unattained blind minded trees free in the breeze as a budded seed feeds the needs of muted traffic noise, distraction for a fraction of cancelled interruptions from hidden corruptions freely lit from within, a win of a snear or grin of adjoined loins, truth unseen yet clean like laundry in the machine rinsed tumbling walls crumbling, custies mumbling weak meek mute echoes of the rung satisfaction clung tight within a seen sinners sung gratification coined, separation from the norms of the trained media drained evolution taught storms swarming in as wrong sins hiding the wins awoken blind minds reaching through [HOOK] Hustle in the low light, pants on the waistline low Move like a ghost in the street where the cold winds blow Unseen, clean — no debt, no chain, no owe Fast pace, no trace, that’s the life he chose Truth lit from within, that’s the fire he holds Blind minds wake up when the real unfolds Unseen, clean — yeah the story gets told By the man on the move with a heart so bold [VERSE 2] He walk lines where the chalk outlines fade Where the noise of the world never makes him sway Where the lost get tossed in the cost of the day But he rise from the grime like a sign in the clay Yo I’m not goona lie like a rug, a tug of real sealed secrets kept inside tides unpredicted, uplifted, street-gifted, seal honored, rendered scene — respect for a man already made. No roots but he grow, no map but he know How to move through the dark where the cold winds blow He the spark in the park where the shadows roam He the hum in the drum of a mind full-grown He the kid with the past that the world misread He the man with the plan that the streets once fed He the truth in the booth when the lies get spread He the voice in the void waking minds from the dead No fear in the mirror, no shame in the stride No chains on the brain, no mask to hide He the breeze in the trees when the storm collides He the calm in the chaos where the truth survives [BRIDGE] No trace, no trail, no chain, no fail Just a heart that prevails in the wind and the hail Unseen but he clean, never bent, never stale He the message in the mess, he the truth in the tale He the calm in the storm when the world derails He the weight in the word when the weak minds bail He the step in the dark where the brave inhale He the proof that the roots of a real one scale He the voice in the void when the noise gets loud He the stand-up man never lost in the crowd He the quiet in the riot when the fear gets proud He the reason that the lost find a way unbowed He the grind in the night when the lights burn low He the mind that refines what the young don’t know He the spine in the line where the cold winds blow He the kind that reminds how the real ones grow [BRIDGE – VARIATION] Yo I’m not goona lie like a rug, a tug of real sealed secrets kept inside tides unpredicted, uplifted, street-gifted, seal honored, rendered scene — respect for a man already made. He the lock on the block where the truth gets weighed He the code in the mode that the streets obeyed He the calm in the harm when the cards were played He the one who remained when the rest just strayed He the rise in the eyes of the ones he raised He the spark in the dark where the lost were dazed He the mark of the arc that the real ones praised He the man in the plan that the world misgauged [FINAL HOOK] Hustle in the low light, pants on the waistline low Move like a ghost in the street where the cold winds blow Unseen, clean — no debt, no chain, no owe Fast pace, no trace, that’s the life he chose Truth lit from within, that’s the fire he holds Blind minds wake up when the real unfolds Unseen, clean — yeah the story gets told By the man on the move with a heart so bold
