Capone -n- Noreaga - Future lyrics

[sample from The Warriors - plays in background] I say the future is ours! I say the future is ours! The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another [Tragedy Khadafi] Talk to ‘em [Noreaga] Ayo shorty, do me a favor, man Go to the store for me Get me some white shoe strings I'ma clean your teeth with them sh**s (Hahahahaha!) [Tragedy Khadafi] f** is on yo' mind, n***a? [Noreaga] Rectangle rhyme, circle out the squares I was playing beer-pong Circle out the beers n***as drinkin' b**h drinks They should have bra**ieres Still swing with machete That's long as Paul Pierce Let's talk about it, Southside, cracks by the sewer Hustle with my uncle, 107 got bruised (that was Queens!) New Mazarati, fox before a shooter I ran with E-Money Bags, and rest in peace Judah They say the good die young... I must be old as f** (why not!) Virgin stash, workin' that p**y and they open up Hand to hand fights, it was up in the air n***as bigger than me, but the gun made it fair Allah U Akbar, Inshallah you gonna lose Degrees and lessons, we need it, we gon' prove [???] your apparatus Need new mathematics Or I'ma grab the automatics So many gang-related in my city I don't recognize it Where the gods at? (We right here!) We supposed to civilize it! Bring it back to the universe of beatdowns and rebounds Concrete street sound Shootin' by C-town Nowadays these new dudes is tampons The type to hustle right in front they man's moms (aw man!) Where's the respect? Where's the morals? (It's gone!) So I'ma send shots in plurals! (“I say the future is ours!”) [Tragedy Khadafi] Oh! Oh! Civilize ‘em! Understanding's the best part Yo, this sh** right here man This the type of sh** I LIVE for, man. Word I breathe this sh** What you breathe man? [Capone] Yeah, yeah... These are rhymes off the Ricter Kiam, Percy and Victor Armored up the schnitzer Quick to crack your head like gla** at a bar mitzvah Astaughallah, mister n***as is eatin' swine, trying to quote the god's scripture (What am I?) Sharp shooter like Kenny Ito While you 25-gram-a** n***as is talkin' kilo (kilo?) Dump you in the river, see if you find Nemo The pub was the sh** 'til Cyrus done shot Chico The revolution got to be televised in high definition Master chef in the kitchen (whip it!) Bring it on back, ain't nothin' less than addition Rub me the wrong way, you feel the spark for the friction While these n***as was in the playpen I was in the state pen Sippin' hooch, the proof called Called for an 8-10 But my lawyer was *so good* I came home in 3 to the latest Benz That was 99, all being born-to-born I ain't gotta say that it's on These are chess moves, a king never play with a pawn Right before the sunshine, make way for the storm Yo! [Warriors film samples) The problem in the past Has been the man turning us against each other Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen I say the future is ours!