Lyrics The Future - Kid Vishis, Horseshoe Gang

The Future

Fake emcees bore me, it’s cool cause unfortunately
Your Georgie Porgie sorority has no authority
This ain’t writing, you ain’t a killer
So what you gon' do against some niggas who ain’t fighting with you
Here’s a hint, 11 pop, medics, docs, heaven, god
You know where I’m going with this
You’ll be fired from your job cause you rap niggas trynna have a knife fight
Well I brought a firing squad
My nigga Vishis told me spaz, my spit is sharp as bits of broken glass
Pick the biggest chrome to split your dome in half
My clique is so advanced, dope as Ethiopian opium giving dope to cats without
sittin' on the ave
Y’all fuckin talk tough, when y’all front and soft ???
When y’all could be as big as Dolph Lundgren, Paul Bunyan
Y’all running when that sawed-off dumping
Like I told this blind broad sucking my dick, I’m the hardest thing you never
saw coming
It’s all fun and games to me, fly 'til I die
If my plane crash in the ocean, it’s plain to see
Shoe G.A.N.G.
this psycho click invite your chick to give me suction lipo shit
I’m so sick, psychosis, my only family is them hammers my nina is my psycho-sis
Yeah I lay you niggas flat, my nine’ll stretch ya
My 9 keep bodies on him, that’s why I call my 9 a stretcher
Fuck a freestyle I flow for cheddar
Dudes that’s locked up in the pen’ll tell you why free and bars don’t go
together
It’s like I’m obese, I ain’t fit to loose
A big winner in my whip, look out the giant Victor Cruz
I’m just a Glock tucker, spot tucker, pop suckers, drop fuckers
You chop lumber, shot cover my gun will pop under top gun
My Ray-Bans on, I need my eyes covered, I’m Scott Summers
I wish a nigga would, that mean I’m hoping your album flop fucker
COB nukka, hell of a rapid gunner wit rachets
I split your melon in half with hatchet, now the fellas are halfwits
I got an adamantium skeleton, I got several enhancements
With 2 bad chicks, I get double the ass, like spellin' assassin
Every man gon' hear me spittin'
I make em lend me an ear, I'm the reason Van Gogh’s ear is missin'
I’m on the track with raps, Joe Jurevicius
And my team of heat packers in a lambo filled with bitches
To say you want a feature is like tryna phone the reaper
I start to blow on Keisha, then verbally paint a Mona Lisa
Fucking the game, holding her making her moan and won’t release her
Watch haters like overseers, if I see ya it’s over, see ya
See ya, y’all can’t see us, it’s softer than ass and tits
It’s time to go, I help you leave us, make you part of my magic trick
I’mma saw you in half and then, tell you sorry you had to split
I’ll get busy in your hood with my tools, auto-mechanic shit
In my dickies in the hood wit my Shoes, I’m talking about my clique
If we bust, it’s your time piece bust, your cardiac’s last tic-tic
And Kenny’s really good but my crew, against them you got no chance
But I pull your brain out your skull take the matter in my own hands
I’mma elevate your mind, let’s see how high in the sky your brain go
Once blat-blat, it takes 2 like the tango
Who like to tango and get placed in the bag
You ain’t no threat, I’m anal sex, a pain in the ass
While you’re popping bottles with models, I’m Holocaustle and hostile
Finna hot you with a hollow tip, see my apostles colossal
Nigga, I demolish you pricks with a diabolical medley
That will leave a mark like your biological dead beat
When it’s time to rock and roll, I remind you of Presley
Cause I am robbing you niggas, then I Nirvana your headpiece
I sayonara you, your arms are too short to try and box with Zeus
I ain’t right cause I am boxing you lefty’s
It’s murder season, I’ll leave any person bleeding
I don’t even need a third of a reason if he worse than heathens
When I’m reaping my murder thesis, reverse is the birth of Jesus
I’m swinging on Hercules, I’m beefing with any motherfucker breathing
Yeah, I’ve been a dick like Arnold, y’all motherfuckers been a fraud
It’s like you traveled the world, nigga you been abroad
Like Dennis Rod, rhyming like you hard
You should change your name like snoop cause you lyin' like a dog
You could describe me as Big L with a lit L
You spit, you just another bitch to the prince like ???
Fucking dick heads, my niggas been in the trap
Pushin' birds out of that window like ???
How could you possibly stop me, I’m rocky, your not a G
Mockery, modern days philosophies against Socrates
Box with me, must be out of your vegetable
Wanna be looked as a G, not even looked as a heterosexual
Just picture Michael Myers with a sniper rifle
Freddie Kruger with a Ruger, ???
intruder
Not coming to accuse you, I show up, put your ho up
Get your dough up, or shit getting tow up, nigga shot from the toe up
When Vishis and the Horseshoe pop up at your home
The techs we shoot will not pop on your phone
You a snitch, I look at you and hear sirens
But remind me of a detective cause you like dick and private