Future

[sample from The Warriors - plays in background]

I say the future is ours!

I say the future is ours!

The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another

[Tragedy Khadafi]

Talk to ‘em

[Noreaga]

Ayo shorty, do me a favor, man

Go to the store for me

Get me some white shoe strings

I’ma clean your teeth with them shits (Hahahahaha!)

[Tragedy Khadafi]

Fuck is on yo’ mind, nigga?

[Noreaga]

Rectangle rhyme, circle out the squares

I was playing beer-pong

Circle out the beers

Niggas drinkin’ bitch drinks

They should have brassieres

Still swing with machete

That's long as Paul Pierce

Let’s talk about it, Southside, cracks by the sewer

Hustle with my uncle, 107 got bruised (that was Queens!)

New Mazarati, fox before a shooter

I ran with E-Money Bags, and rest in peace Judah

They say the good die young...

I must be old as fuck (why not!)

Virgin stash, workin’ that pussy and they open up

Hand to hand fights, it was up in the air

Niggas bigger than me, but the gun made it fair

Allah U Akbar, Inshallah you gonna lose

Degrees and lessons, we need it, we gon' prove

[???] your apparatus

Need new mathematics

Or I’ma grab the automatics

So many gang-related in my city I don’t recognize it

Where the gods at? (We right here!) We supposed to civilize it!

Bring it back to the universe of beatdowns and rebounds

Concrete street sound

Shootin’ by C-town

Nowadays these new dudes is tampons

The type to hustle right in front they man’s moms (aw man!)

Where’s the respect? Where’s the morals? (It’s gone!)

So I’ma send shots in plurals!

(“I say the future is ours!”)

[Tragedy Khadafi]

Oh! Oh!

Civilize ‘em!

Understanding’s the best part

Yo, this shit right here man

This the type of shit I LIVE for, man. Word

I breathe this shit

What you breathe man?

[Capone]

Yeah, yeah...

These are rhymes off the Ricter

Kiam, Percy and Victor

Armored up the schnitzer

Quick to crack your head like glass at a bar mitzvah

Astaughallah, mister

Niggas is eatin’ swine, trying to quote the god’s scripture

(What am I?) Sharp shooter like Kenny Ito

While you 25-gram-ass niggas is talkin’ kilo (kilo?)

Dump you in the river, see if you find Nemo

The pub was the shit ’til Cyrus done shot Chico

The revolution got to be televised in high definition

Master chef in the kitchen (whip it!)

Bring it on back, ain’t nothin’ less than addition

Rub me the wrong way, you feel the spark for the friction

While these niggas was in the playpen

I was in the state pen

Sippin’ hooch, the proof called

Called for an 8-10

But my lawyer was *so good*

I came home in 3 to the latest Benz

That was 99, all being born-to-born

I ain’t gotta say that it’s on

These are chess moves, a king never play with a pawn

Right before the sunshine, make way for the storm

Yo!

[Warriors film samples)

The problem in the past

Has been the man turning us against each other

Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen

Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen

I say the future is ours!