Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
Future |
| 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 |
| Talk to ‘em |
| 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!) |
| Fuck is on yo' mind, nigga? |
| 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!») |
| 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? |
| 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! |