The Future

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

I got a cousin that plays for the Utah Jazz

But I don't have to run the two to shoot y'all ass

Peace to Ronnie Brewer, on the mic I'm the manure

Got a Ruger for the coward tryna hate on the computer

Mad because my power made him say that I'm the future

Or maybe cause I taught they baby mama Kama Sutra

Since then, I'm feelin' like I must be on parole

I told her I was Guilty, she put me in the hole

I put her on exhibit, then I put her on the stroll

She makes a bigger bankroll than bitches on the pole

I clap for the cause, I scrap for my dawgs

Imagine Mayweather with a Mac in his drawers! (BRAT!)

A daily combo, I'm the Head Honcho

All about my doe, fuck casual convo

Unless you talkin' 'bout that bread, then you ain't really talkin' fam

Nuff said

[Hook: Guilty Simpson]

The future... the future... I'm... I'm... the future!

The future... I'm... I'm... I'm the future!

The future... I'm... I'm... I'm the future!

[Verse 2: MED]

Unh, let the games begin

I'm from the OX, but don't got bulbous chin(?)

Nah we hot, we somethin' like ash wind

Has-beens, quick to get peeled like, dead skin

If two clips of five want to act big

Washing ten off the mac, like Red Skins

Set trends, world wind

Rain, wind, and fire through mic wires, like X-men

Deep waters, still see the shark, fam

Tony Gywnn with the pen, not the park (?), nigga

Get used to the name, cause we ain't goin' nowhere like, Cranberry stains

Strawberry on my Blackberry page, bad with names cause of Raspberry haze

Street medley, so the thugs engage, and go heavy

That's plain that the future's ready

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Guilty Simpson]

Let me back at 'em... yo

I rap for the rugged hard heads that stack funds

I don't recommend it, but I choose to pack guns

In case my foes make good on the promise

To put me in the ground, I ain't always do it honest

El presidente, killers on the congress

You're mere mortals, the flow's monstrous

Get bound and gagged and beat unconscious

Shank in the mess hall, murderin' all convicts

My bloody hand solves all conflicts

Why talk, we can settle on some mob shit

Your swan dive when shit gets deep

At the bottom of the creek wearin' cement feet

What!