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The Future

I can't hear you

(I am the future)

I like it when you say my name

Y'all gon' love me

Feelin' it's about to get uglyInject 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 evidentThe potential to be the first black President

iTunes, download me in every resident

Early, I skip breakfast

Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake padsWe 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, manBronze, my likeness, y'all need to follow him

From now to 3000, I'll be a problem man

The futureI am 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

You laughed at the past, said I was a dreamer

But it is back to the future, sold out arenasWe take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves

This is the man who provided more jobs

For blacks than armed services

Cut them corners, stay ahead of them curvatures

Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superfluousMan, I extend credit to a vagabond

Run your city and we not talkin' marathons

Bang like chitty chitty, here to disturb you

New CD, watch it spread like bird fluAmerica, 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 futureI am the future

(Always before you, always ill, the future)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 chromeDim the lights to a purple haze, then answer the phone

Peep the moon through my retractable dome

What they thought they assassinated, was only a clone

We about to venture off into the unknownWhere sun rays 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 nowAnd 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 futureNever seen before, never will

Always before you, always ill

I am

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