Introducing:Future
Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:59 pm
Mutual-Red
Future-Green
Future:
Hook:
Scratched out notepad, papers crumbled on the floor
Fuck it; I ain't editin my lyrics anymore...hehe...
Maybe if I could concentrate on writin instead of rhymin
I could finally get a couple of points across the board
Verse 1
July 3rd, I was birthed...and was put inside of this earth
Now writing's become labor, I'm giving birth to a verse
I don't think you understand how we have to live
Actin sick, actually we victim to this rappin shit
Sure we love the music, man Sure we love the culture
But imagine what it's like to not afford to get promotion
When You know that you're dopest head to throw down a track
Cept that no one's gonna notice you with no 'mount of cash
you need disc's, beats, equipment and thats also not to mention
That it's hard to sell an album when nobody wants to listen
I been livin in a dream world, eyes wont open
And my lids are gainin weight as every night grows older
I can't even tell the difference tween what's fake and what's real
All I know is havin goals aint gone pay me the bills
Everynight I'm afraid to close my eyes when i go to sleep
Knowin that I might not be alive when it's over, see
I know that I'm in over my head, but I won't back down
With all the shit I've done, you think I'm givin up on rap now?
-- So if I fail and I should die before I wake
Forgive me for all my sins, pray the lord my soul to take
Had plenty too many nightmares and I'm close to the edge
And I don't know how long until I fall and float to my death
It's like a rollercoaster, holdin onto all of what's left
and hopin, prayin to jehova, I won't fall to cement
I don't wanna be another pawn inside of your game
I wanna choose my own direction, livin life as a king
And when the knight comes, prepare - I'm takin this bish-up
You can hide behind your castle but you're wastin your jump
So I make my last move and I gotchu, checkmate
Then it all goes to waste cuz I wake...
Hook
Verse 2
June 8th it's mutual and the future fuck all dem haters
ya hate us cus we better than where ever you place us
fuckin degraders u couldnt take us
if we were on the side of the plate waitin for waiters to serve dem potaters(potatoes)
we poppin off at these fakers
fake G's tryna say they play fo da lakers
i gotta say fuck all you flakers
we gonna beat'em up gettin'em runnin acres
make them belive they stunnin makers
make them achieve grey gunnin status
so much naaive gay cunnin raters
this rap decieves say slummin creators
oh i wish i could see the look on ya faces
sum fuckin rappers that really disgrace us
we aint wot all ya make out to make us
this is rap no flake out the greatest
emcee's on this earth come take out and face us
we'll take out all differnt places
most people not rappin talkin like skits
so dont get scared if this walkin mic spits
ya dead i'm revokin ya respect
mafuckas hatin hatin now they chokin on neglect
i've dumbed down haters stalkin mo reject
mafucka cant calm down i talkin bout ya neck
i be chokin ya to death i've spoken off he stepped
a token to inspect dangerous chemicals like it's smokin on ya deck
now ya goin down ya broken to a wreck
wake up stop bull shittin n floatin on ya rep
ha ha you couldnt hold a letter to this
mafucka get pushed into shit,end up wetter than piss
this me and future we know very well ya dispise us
well haters keep hatin jus wait til we rise up
Hook
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/putti ... html#80107
Future-Green
Future:
Hook:
Scratched out notepad, papers crumbled on the floor
Fuck it; I ain't editin my lyrics anymore...hehe...
Maybe if I could concentrate on writin instead of rhymin
I could finally get a couple of points across the board
Verse 1
July 3rd, I was birthed...and was put inside of this earth
Now writing's become labor, I'm giving birth to a verse
I don't think you understand how we have to live
Actin sick, actually we victim to this rappin shit
Sure we love the music, man Sure we love the culture
But imagine what it's like to not afford to get promotion
When You know that you're dopest head to throw down a track
Cept that no one's gonna notice you with no 'mount of cash
you need disc's, beats, equipment and thats also not to mention
That it's hard to sell an album when nobody wants to listen
I been livin in a dream world, eyes wont open
And my lids are gainin weight as every night grows older
I can't even tell the difference tween what's fake and what's real
All I know is havin goals aint gone pay me the bills
Everynight I'm afraid to close my eyes when i go to sleep
Knowin that I might not be alive when it's over, see
I know that I'm in over my head, but I won't back down
With all the shit I've done, you think I'm givin up on rap now?
-- So if I fail and I should die before I wake
Forgive me for all my sins, pray the lord my soul to take
Had plenty too many nightmares and I'm close to the edge
And I don't know how long until I fall and float to my death
It's like a rollercoaster, holdin onto all of what's left
and hopin, prayin to jehova, I won't fall to cement
I don't wanna be another pawn inside of your game
I wanna choose my own direction, livin life as a king
And when the knight comes, prepare - I'm takin this bish-up
You can hide behind your castle but you're wastin your jump
So I make my last move and I gotchu, checkmate
Then it all goes to waste cuz I wake...
Hook
Verse 2
June 8th it's mutual and the future fuck all dem haters
ya hate us cus we better than where ever you place us
fuckin degraders u couldnt take us
if we were on the side of the plate waitin for waiters to serve dem potaters(potatoes)
we poppin off at these fakers
fake G's tryna say they play fo da lakers
i gotta say fuck all you flakers
we gonna beat'em up gettin'em runnin acres
make them belive they stunnin makers
make them achieve grey gunnin status
so much naaive gay cunnin raters
this rap decieves say slummin creators
oh i wish i could see the look on ya faces
sum fuckin rappers that really disgrace us
we aint wot all ya make out to make us
this is rap no flake out the greatest
emcee's on this earth come take out and face us
we'll take out all differnt places
most people not rappin talkin like skits
so dont get scared if this walkin mic spits
ya dead i'm revokin ya respect
mafuckas hatin hatin now they chokin on neglect
i've dumbed down haters stalkin mo reject
mafucka cant calm down i talkin bout ya neck
i be chokin ya to death i've spoken off he stepped
a token to inspect dangerous chemicals like it's smokin on ya deck
now ya goin down ya broken to a wreck
wake up stop bull shittin n floatin on ya rep
ha ha you couldnt hold a letter to this
mafucka get pushed into shit,end up wetter than piss
this me and future we know very well ya dispise us
well haters keep hatin jus wait til we rise up
Hook
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/putti ... html#80107