Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Future, artist - Diddy. Album song Press Play, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
The Future |
| I can’t hear you! |
| I like it when you say my name |
| Y’all gon' love me |
| Feelin it’s about to get ugly |
| Inject this dose of the future |
| Tap them veins, grab hold, let me shoot ya |
| Mainline this new Diddy heroin |
| The Afro-American dream is too evident |
| The potential to be the first black President |
| ITunes, download me in every resident |
| Early, I skip break-fast |
| Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake pads |
| We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans |
| My CD’s in 3-D, holograms |
| The future, y’all need to holla man |
| The live show’s a hard act to follow man |
| Bronze my likeness, y’all need to follow him |
| From now to 3000, I’ll be a problem man |
| The future |
| Always before you |
| Always ill |
| With my demeanor, flip, assemble my own team to |
| Say fuck FEMA in case there’s another Katrina |
| And you, laughed at the past, said I was a dreamer |
| But it’s, back to the future, sold out arenas |
| We, take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves |
| This is the man who provided more jobs for blacks than armed services |
| (Let's go) Cut them corners, stay ahead of them sharp curvages |
| Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superflous |
| Man, I extend credit to a vagabond |
| Run yo' city, and we not talkin marathons |
| Bang like chitty chitty here to disturb you |
| New CD, watch it spread like bird flu |
| America, fall back, you can’t stop me |
| Got a thing for pigeon-toed chicks who walk knock-kneed |
| Skin-tight jeans we call that botoxied |
| I’m desensitized baby, you can’t shock me |
| I’m the future |
| Always before you |
| Always ill |
| I went from, blocks to greater to fortunes rock related |
| Now my entire crib is voice activated |
| Television on, Mr. Combs is home |
| Solar panel rooftop my, kitchen is chrome |
| Dim the lights to a purple haze then answer the phone |
| (Hello?) Peep the moon through my retractable dome |
| What they thought they assassinated was only a clone |
| We about to venture off into the unknown (let's go) |
| Where sunrays hook off layers of ozone |
| Chips inserted in the brain, the new cell phone |
| The future, fuck with me now |
| I’m Grammy certified the committee can pick me now |
| And they all green with envy like Bill Bixby |
| Bow down, kiss the tip of my cane, I paid sixty thou' |
| You know the suit stay crispy now |
| Hands to the sky and get ready if you wit me now |
| The future |
| Never seen before, never will |
| Always before you, always ill |
| I AM!!! |