Capone-N-Noreaga, Tragedy Khadafi - Future lyrics

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 shit's
(Ha ha hahaha)

Fuck 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, Southside
Cracks by the sewer
Hustle with my uncle, 107 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 fuck (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 beatdowns 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 Ricter
Kiam, Percy and Victor
Armored up the schnitzer
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 25-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 8-10 but my lawyer was so good
I came home in 3 to the latest Benz
That was 99, 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!