Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For Future Reference , by - E-dubble. Song from the album Reset, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.11.2012
Record label: Black Paisley
Song language: English
For Future Reference |
| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade |
| Know I’m from the future and my future looks great |
| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade |
| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade |
| Know I’m from the future and my future looks great |
| Two tone rebel, grays don’t fade |
| Yo- |
| I’m in the moment, I know I’m from the future though |
| Post-apocalyptic missions, I’ve been given those |
| Most approximations fitting — never written though |
| Hidden from the citizens, I find 'em — I be spittin' those |
| But give them credit where the credit’s due |
| Cause I spent too long doing what indebted do |
| Now I’m paying up and they paying dividends |
| Fucking a P. O keep it private 'til the bitter end |
| I playing Bittermen, chauffeur to a Russell Brand |
| But I’m Dudley Moore, if he had some muscles and |
| A couple feet of height — maybe 6'10″ |
| Off the Bach chop and revert back a rack of Chopin |
| 'Til I make them motherfuckers bounce |
| 'Til them aliens be boppin' on the fucking couch |
| Total Recall — but I’m blacking out |
| I told you she had 3 titties |
| Get them stats out |
| I make that motherfucker unz-unz |
| I leave them punch-drunk |
| She blowing strongbow 'til the fucking sun’s up |
| No prob, go hard but the palm says |
| Aunt Jemima must remind us |
| Where the fuckin' syrup is |
| While we flourishing where’s the fucking nourishment? |
| When the castle crumbles who will feel the hurt again? |
| Bladerunner 'til we stunting in advertisements |
| I don’t lean but I needed some encouragement |
| Two-tone rebel sipping the brown and clear |
| Whose on level when they drowning their tears in beers? |
| Time to stiffen upper lips huh? |
| Hurry up on your serotonin inhibitions |
| And let me see that ambition |
| Cause this is feeling like a witch hunt |
| And the only thing blaring here’s the speaker box |
| 'Til we bang bang knocking off your sneaker socks |
| Days go by, same routine |
| Keep it on the low but I’m feeling like a fiend |
| Assembly line — look at the machines |
| I’m cutting all their wires 'til they see the blue screens |
| But they drone on, they drone on |
| Big brother in the sky tryna watch us get high |
| But they drone on, they drone on |
| So we throw rocks at Goliath and they label us pariahs huh?(Yeah!) |
| But I be on my two-tone shit |
| Absolutes be in the backseat where the drones is |
| Throwing pies just to keep up with the Joneses |
| I had 'em in '97 when pennies weren’t for loafing |
| Nah, we were just kids ballin' |
| Holding beef with Mr. Brian, couldn’t wait until we were taller |
| Yeah, in the future and I saw it |
| So I copped them A.I.'s just to throw 'em in the cauldron |