Future

I say the future is ours I say the future is ours The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another Talk to 'em Ayo shorty, do me a favor, man Go to the store for me Get me some white shoe strings I'ma clean your teeth with them shits (Hahahaha) F*ck is on yo' mind, nigga? Rectangle rhyme, circle out the squares I was playing beer-pong Circle out the beers Niggas drinkin' bitch drinks They should have brassieres Still swing with machete That's long as Paul Pierce Let's talk about it, South side, cracks by the sewer Hustle with my uncle, one- oh- seven got bruised (that was Queens) New Mazarati, fox before a shooter I ran with E-Money Bags, and rest in peace Judah They say the good die young I must be old as f*ck (why not) Virgin stash, workin' that pussy and they open up Hand to hand fights, it was up in the air Niggas bigger than me, but the gun made it fair Allah U Akbar, Inshallah you gonna lose Degrees and lessons, we need it, we gon' prove [???] your apparatus Need new mathematics Or I'ma grab the automatics So many gang-related in my city I don't recognize it Where the gods at (we right here) We supposed to civilize it Bring it back to the universe of beat downs and rebounds Concrete street sound Shootin' by C-town Nowadays these new dudes is tampons The type to hustle right in front they man's moms (aw man) Where's the respect, where's the morals? (it's gone) So I'ma send shots in plurals (I say the future is ours) Oh, oh Civilize 'em Understanding's the best part Yo, this shit right here man This the type of shit I live for, man Word I breathe this shit What you breathe man? Yeah, yeah These are rhymes off the Richter Kiam, Percy and Victor Armored up the Schweitzer Quick to crack your head like glass at a bar Mitzvah Astaughallah, mister Niggas is eatin' swine, trying to quote the god's scripture (What am I) Sharp shooter like Kenny Ito While you twenty- five-gram-ass niggas is talkin' kilo (kilo) Dump you in the river, see if you find Nemo The pub was the shit 'til Cyrus done shot Chico The revolution got to be televised in high definition Master chef in the kitchen (whip it) Bring it on back, ain't nothin' less than addition Rub me the wrong way, you feel the spark for the friction While these niggas was in the playpen I was in the state pen Sippin' hooch, the proof called Called for an eight- ten But my lawyer was so good I came home in three to the latest Benz That was in ninety nine, all being born-to-born I ain't gotta say that it's on These are chess moves, a king never play with a pawn Right before the sunshine, make way for the storm Yo The problem in the past Has been the man turning us against each other Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen I say the future is ours