The Future

We are singing

You this message

Through our music

Reaching for a, brave and brighter, new tomorrow

Is the future

We must make it, safe and happy, for the children

Or...or...they will be lost

Or...or...they will be lost

Aiyyo I jump back, put the aim on my shot

It's mandatory, handle glory over with the rock

I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums

No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard

Some mastered the art of cash, but not the part that lasts

And disappear after doin' two albums

We're not your normal team and we still do ours to fit

Hope inside this, don't define it's

Quits for those who oppose the new

Playin' they've outgrown rap, like a size 5 shoe

Oh they all neo now, alternative touch

Were surprised, no demise for us

We on the rise to bust big, how you fig' we couldn't

Never run out of verbs for you to sip, I told you we wouldn't

I never popped Crist' or popped fists, girl named Chrissie

Was the first, which made it even worse not to miss me

Or... or... they will be lost (the future)

Or... or... they will be lost (the future)

So do you understand it now? Well try standin' over

Seven box sets, reppin' sixteen years

This rap career ain't work, it's the life in-between

Bedtime 'til the next said time and date

Know the name and salute them dudes

Put the nutrient in rap when they cook them foods

Gotta be like eighteen million heads served

Shit, imagine if there wasn't no us huh?

So I'd like to take the time to shout out the JB's

Next on my list is A Tribe Called Quest

Latifah my Queen, Monie Love, Dres and Mr. Lawnge

Chi-Ali, on your head God bless

Never ring chasin', the permanent tat

In this rap shit, y'all are just temporary lick-ons

Fadin' in the days to come

While the name De La and the legacy built lives on

You little brats