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letra de the future - dmx

[meeno]
they got my back to the wall
n-body to turn to, n-body i can trust
i used to have friends
but all i could think about was hustlin
that was then, this is now
and this is how i must be
a loose cannon, with a cannon
n-body can trust me
when half the world is sayin “f-ck me”
the other half will fear me
sh-t both halves will make one whole
but nothing can dare those cowards to come near me
yeah they hear me, but f-ck that
i want them cats to feel me
cuz to feel me, is to know i’ll be a problem till they kill me
it’s from sun-up to sun-down
got my gun up, and i’ma run down
on any -ss coward that feelin that i can’t get down
i’m a nightmare, the n-gg- that’s always right there
borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair
unload, reload, c-ck back, and pop that
and drag to where your top at
and guaranteed that i dropped that
you can’t top that
i’m here to put them rumors to rest
f-ck the past
f-ck the present
i’m the future in the flesh

[chorus x2]
i’m the chrome before the storm
i’m the buzz before the storm
i’m the screech before the crash
i’m the click before the blast
i’m the rise before the fall
i’m the loss before the gain
vacant lot will keep it hot
cuz we the future of this game

[big stan]
coke game to sober
we takin rap over
either roll with us or you gettin rolled over
but pardon, n-gg-z is too hard for your squadron
evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
no way around it, n-gg-z comin in thousands
m17s, grenades, and four-pounders
all you grimmy n-gg-z get the f-ck from round us
y’all the same c-ck-housers from the blocks to gouchers
celebratin is the the feelin when i catch a fake vilian
send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building
feel me? y’all got to, i’m the voice of theory
my advice? keep rappin you ain’t no where near me
spillin blood for the dead, god bless them dearly
and look straight to the heavens so i know that he hear me
my sh-t fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
up on in corner, with the sweeper i let the body gate

[chorus x2]

[dmx]
when i do n-gg-z, it’s how i do n-gg-z
and two n-gg-z got nothin for me
when they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me
i put holes, like foot holes, in n-gg-z b-ttholes
stomp a mudhole, when i cut hoes, the f-ckin blood flows
that was bustin n-gg-z wide, i was 10 when i died
now i’m walkin dead with the infared by my side
keepin n-gg-z in line like a parade
then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with raid
like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan
now what part of suck my d-ck don’t you understand?
better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe
when you straped, toe to toe, but can’t strap with the flow
and i gets down for mine, with the crime
and if i gots to do time, f-ck it
i don’t mind
i handle my business and i shoot snitches
cuz i know nowadays n-gg-z is more -ss than loose b-tches
it’s all good, i’m still out
knock on wood, robbin n-gg-z like my last name is hood
cuz i could, go with that mob that goes out to rob
that mad scheme to get cream without the job
i house more n-gg-z than a shelter
and if a n-gg- ever felt a, heltah skeltah
it’d would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear
let the dead be dark while the dark is here

[chorus till fade]

- dmx

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