Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future Sound, artist - Jurassic 5. Album song Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Future Sound |
| Uh Huh, Yea |
| Come on |
| Anyway |
| A 1,2 what cha gonna do |
| 2,3 what’s this gonna be… come on now |
| Yea Yea uh, a come on now |
| Let me hear you, Let me hear you |
| Uh yea |
| Provoke emotions when I’m boastin and braggin |
| Just imagine gun clappin' linguistic assassin |
| Bout to shake the world up, slam it to the floor up |
| You heard of us, real niggaz we blow the world up |
| Rip off the planet, take it for granted when I manage |
| With that home team advantage, automatic rhyme bandit |
| Bout to hand it, Cause you cram to understand it |
| When I land it open handed |
| I’m a transatlantic slave, with that old black magic |
| Got to have it from the demo, to the master |
| Some brothers try to strike, but light the fire of disaster |
| I’m the chainsaw massacre, brain ball acid dust |
| Down shift, pump your brakes, ease off the clutch |
| We fuck it up, when we conduct, load your pistol up |
| Put this verbal dick in your mouth, until I bust a nut |
| And let this jam tell you who the fuck I am |
| Original black man from the Billali Sudan |
| It’s like that y’all, so go head and get up |
| Sample (Be bad) |
| This is the future sound |
| Without further ado, you don’t see us, but we see you |
| Either you’re here to teach |
| Or you’re here to be taught |
| If you don’t plan to get away |
| Then you plan to get caught |
| I was born to lead, that why I run don’t walk |
| South-central MC what the fuck you thought |
| I set my first verse up, similar to a stake out |
| The minute that they break out, they send jake out |
| But I’m super laxative and I don’t need no practice kid |
| You’re probably wondering what track this it |
| Uh, so carry on with that twisted ass street rap |
| I ride for peace, but I will contradict that |
| And bitch slap any rapper that act, uh |
| Like he really want it I’m a have to mishap |
| So act like you want it, but don’t get loud |
| And you haven’t seen a style this vivid in awhile |
| I rebuild cause I’m a rebel |
| My education and rhythm is on a higher level |
| Smash til the dust settles |
| Yes, yes, yes y’all |
| Mic test, test y’all |
| Freestyle lyrics being thrown straight at y’all |
| And we hype so and we might just flow from the get go |
| Hey yo Soup, let 'em know |
| I’m one of the last cats, (That's right) puttin' the flavor back in the rap |
| And make a sun roof straight to your cap |
| Now the original black, now watch how the herbs react |
| I play the block, where I learned to rap (tell em) |
| Ain’t nothing to it, I keep the word play fluent |
| And tone will run through like the emperor Jones |
| Now the inventor of poems and lymrics outstanding pitch |
| Regardless if your feeling my shit |
| Yo, I stay prime and plus I’m never outdated |
| In time I break atoms from the way that I rhyme |
| Now I created a line with no miscues, fake no moves |
| So here’s the rhyme I couldn’t wait to use |
| I represent, and put the pressure on your local event |
| And drop heavy when the vocal commits |
| To hit you with the hits, from the colonial prince |
| The master of the ceremonial |
| It’s like that y’all |