LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMy Wrath
Yeah...it's the future...the hawk is out..It's a good look for me man...i'm stronger than ever, i feel great!Nate butters, whaddup? it is real, whaddup?Nemo, i see you, baby! let get 'em {?} out, yeah!Platinum, got another one, baby! let's do it![verse one]I'm walkin' this walk, i'm talkin' this talkThe boys they got my back up, walkin' wit' a swaggaSneaks stay fresh, white-tee stay cris-pyLight crease in my blue jeans, y'all try to stay with meNate butters hook my line up, sharp tape in the sides and the frontJackie chan style, i do my own stunts, uh!Black man, watch that, man right thurrSo much dough in my back pocket, i gotta frontI got favor, my back's watched, how bout your front?Neighbor relax please, cause trust me this ain't what you want!Too many soldiers walk with he, be easyThe team gives ghosts the heebie jeebies (brotha please!)I ain't scared of nuthin' under the heavensI throw wack suckerz, doggy start hoein' and heavin'Listen, yo' flow is +daffy+, start +duckin'+Cause my flow is hungry and my bar'll eat your team up, ah![chorus x2]Secular rappers, i'm coming, uh!You hear my footsteps i'm coming..And i mean this brotha to brotha, manI hope you suckerz got your bags packedCause if not you're gonna feel my wrath![verse two]My bible got a lot of +clips+, +baby+ ("grind-in'" *brrrrrrrrrr*) *birdman call*So relax, boy, before they ask "what happened to that boy?"(did you catch that one?) won't hesitate a minute to get at that boyI make that sin thing diminish and your flesh could go wit' it, uh!Future's flow quite attractive and dapperThe chiropractic rapper, i gets it crackin', uh!He's so focused, it's nothing that could distract himPut a low jack on his ankle, y'all still couldn't track himI'm not braggin', but the flow is properAny bro' close to future flow probably with hoffa (uh!)Meaning dead somewhere under a fieldI give props to pac and b.i.g., but, that's about it, uh!And i'm glad jay finally retiredHe got out the game just in time, to miss this fireBut the rest of you suckerz get readyI'm about to have the whole secular industry, +delirious+ like +eddie+ (woo!)I'm not heady, i'm just so sureThat jesus writin' and future flow sick wit' no cureChitty chitty bang bang, future doing his thang-thangRappers' movin' they mouth, but ain't saying a dang thang[chorus x2][verse three]You secular iraqi rappers, it's over for you soldiersLike bush and sadaam, i push buttons and bombFlow hits so quick, faster than islamAnd deeper than a buddhist, i'll show you how to do this!Matta of fact, i'll show you how to do it the right wayThese ain't just bars of stuff i'd like to sayBut these is bars of stuff you might seeIf you're even in vegas (greenville) or anywhere that i might beAnd don't think it's a game!I'm twenty-plus years old, i stopped playing around thirteeni the only one that's seeing the world is hurt-in'And willin' to spit with substance, not about slingin' and frontin'Bars is wack and empty, not rappin' about nothin'Empty barrels making a lot of noise, and listenI ain't scared of none of your boysI got boys too, and we got favor, what chy'all got is na-thin'!I'm simply too much for ya!You can't fool with the brotha, if you do he'll bust ya!Duck tape your flesh up, doggy, and bible-butt yaYou better chill before it get real and you get touched brah![chorus x6]
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