To the Future.
Yeah
Welcome To the Future
I'm bringing it back, psycho in me
Gonna, show y'all the incredible me
Hype on a track be like the mad Incredible Hulk
Quick running on a beat
Lost my mind I'm finna get it back
Snap once like Thanos
I'm back from Uranus, up in your anus
Sorry I'm sounding heinous, come let's go
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
Back in the game, not here for the fame
I be rocking motherfuckers deep from the underground
I'm a killer, got no mercy for the beats that I feel
When I touch, goes six feet underground!
Funny shit happening in the game, (what?)
These rappers soundin' all same (true)
I'm so mad, and pissed way goad you people still play, shit's craze!
Journalists wanna be rappers (rappers)
None they say really matter (matter)
Fucker got midlife crisis
Talking lotta 'gangsta' thinking they might be
I stan you, sike!
You the last thing I think I'd wanna fuck with
Can't stoop that low, y'all disgust flows
Will never ever be this sick, no! (Covid)
Play no games, could be dangerous
Defend your ass, finna get ahead of y'all!
You crawling back like you Spider-Man upside a wall
I be taking everybody with the HiGH LEVEL
Ain't nobody wanna put 'ey shit to work
But they wanna get 'em fucking favors (Man, fuck that shit)
I'm a genius, fuck Morty, Rick
"Lyrical Decapitation," send a case in a time ship (Yankees)
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
You ready for me?
I ain't for this— I, ain't ready for whack rappers
I'm mean on the mic, I'm sick, I'm ill
Y'all better know it's time for the young king
I'm killing it, aye (aaaye!)
On a verse and a beat, I'm charged for first degree
Y'all feeling me? Yeah. (Yeeeeaaah)
Sicker than, bigger than, iller than, iller than y'all
None of you niggas are living what you talking
Keeping it faking you whole of buncha motherfuckers
Love it when you put it on trend
And thinking you own it you're nothing but a couple of clowns
The circus so ready to be on fire got you shaking your head
Follow the rhythm while you paying attention
I be chilling with the Morseberg Five Double O; at the door, pow pop!
When you coming at me motherfucker
Man you better come in with a better game
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
Welcome To the Future
I'm bringing it back, psycho in me
Gonna, show y'all the incredible me
Hype on a track be like the mad Incredible Hulk
Quick running on a beat
Lost my mind I'm finna get it back
Snap once like Thanos
I'm back from Uranus, up in your anus
Sorry I'm sounding heinous, come let's go
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
Back in the game, not here for the fame
I be rocking motherfuckers deep from the underground
I'm a killer, got no mercy for the beats that I feel
When I touch, goes six feet underground!
Funny shit happening in the game, (what?)
These rappers soundin' all same (true)
I'm so mad, and pissed way goad you people still play, shit's craze!
Journalists wanna be rappers (rappers)
None they say really matter (matter)
Fucker got midlife crisis
Talking lotta 'gangsta' thinking they might be
I stan you, sike!
You the last thing I think I'd wanna fuck with
Can't stoop that low, y'all disgust flows
Will never ever be this sick, no! (Covid)
Play no games, could be dangerous
Defend your ass, finna get ahead of y'all!
You crawling back like you Spider-Man upside a wall
I be taking everybody with the HiGH LEVEL
Ain't nobody wanna put 'ey shit to work
But they wanna get 'em fucking favors (Man, fuck that shit)
I'm a genius, fuck Morty, Rick
"Lyrical Decapitation," send a case in a time ship (Yankees)
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
You ready for me?
I ain't for this— I, ain't ready for whack rappers
I'm mean on the mic, I'm sick, I'm ill
Y'all better know it's time for the young king
I'm killing it, aye (aaaye!)
On a verse and a beat, I'm charged for first degree
Y'all feeling me? Yeah. (Yeeeeaaah)
Sicker than, bigger than, iller than, iller than y'all
None of you niggas are living what you talking
Keeping it faking you whole of buncha motherfuckers
Love it when you put it on trend
And thinking you own it you're nothing but a couple of clowns
The circus so ready to be on fire got you shaking your head
Follow the rhythm while you paying attention
I be chilling with the Morseberg Five Double O; at the door, pow pop!
When you coming at me motherfucker
Man you better come in with a better game
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
Back to the future
I'm back with a ray gun; promise I'ma shoot ya
I'm way too cool than, your best rapper
What I do, nah, they can't do that
Blowing up the roof of
Fucking booth, I'm way too dangerous
I'm, finna get, finna get, finna get, finna get
Hella better, better, y'all ain't ready for me!
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