The Future

I can't hear you

I like it when you say my name

Woo, y'all gon' love me

Feelin' it's about to get ugly

Inject this dose of the future

Tap them veins, grab hold, let me shoot ya

Mainline this new Diddy heroin

The Afro-American dream, it's too evident

The potential to be the first black President

ITunes, download me in every resident

Early, I skip break-fast

**** be on his grind like he needs new brake pads

We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans

My C-D's in 3-D holograms

The future, y'all need to holla, man

The live show's a hard act to follow, man

Bronze my likeness, y'all need to follow him

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

The future

Always before you

Always ill

Switch my demeanor

Flip, assemble my own team to

Say, Fuck FEMA, in case there's another Katrina

And you laughed at the past, said I was a dreamer

But it's back to the future, sold out arenas

We take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nerves

This is the man who provided more jobs for blacks

Than armed services (Let's go)

Cut them corners

Stay ahead of them curvages

Yeah, you heard of us

Hit stay superfluous

Man, I extend credit to a vagabond

Run yo' city and we not talkin' marathons

Bang like Chitty Chitty, here to disturb you

New C-D, watch it spread like bird flu

America, 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 future

Always before you

Always ill

Went from blacks degraded to fortunes rock related

Now my entire crib is voice activated

Television on, Mr. Combs is home

Solar panel rooftop, my kitchen is chrome (Don't stop)

Dim 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 into the unknown (Let's go)

Where 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 now

And 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 with me now

The future

Never seen before

Never will

Always before you

Always ill

I am