The Future Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

I can't hear you! 

I like it when you say my name 

("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture") 

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 is too evident 

The potential to be the first black President 

Itunes, download me in every resident 

Early, I skip break-fast 

Nigga be on his grind like he need new brake pads 

We in the hood like black soap and dollar vans 

My CD'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 to 3000, I'll be a problem man 

The future 

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Always before you 

("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture") 

Always ill 

With 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 sharp curvages 

Yeah, ya heard of us, hits 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 CD, 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 

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Always before you 

("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture") 

Always ill 

I went from, blocks to greater to fortunes rock related 

Now my entire crib is voice activated 

Television on, Mr. Combs is home 

Solar panel rooftop my, kitchen is chrome 

Dim the lights to a purple haze then answer the phone 

(Hello?) Peep the moon through my retractable dome 

What they thought they assassinated was only a clone 

We about to venture off 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 wit me now 

The future 

Never seen before, never will 

Always before you, always ill 

I am!