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 1:]
I'm walkin' this walk, I'm talkin' this talk
The boys they got my back up, walkin' with' a swagga
Sneaks stay fresh, white-tee stay cris-py
Light crease in my blue jeans, y'all try to stay with me
Nate Butters hook my line up, sharp tape in the sides and the front
Jackie Chan style, I do my own stunts, UH!
Black man, watch that, man right thurr
So much dough in my back pocket, I gotta front
I 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 easy
The team gives ghosts the heebie jeebies (brotha please!)
I ain't scared of nuthin' under the heavens
I 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, man
I hope you suckerz got your bags packed
Cause if not you're gonna feel my wrath!
[Verse 2:]
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 boy
I make that sin thing diminish and your flesh could go with' it, UH!
Future's flow quite attractive and dapper
The chiropractic rapper, I GETS IT CRACKIN', UH!
He's so focused, it's nothing that could distract him
Put a low jack on his ankle, y'all still couldn't track him
I'm not braggin', but the flow is proper
Any bro' close to Future flow probably with Hoffa (uh!)
Meaning dead somewhere under a field
I give props to Pac and B.I.G., but, that's about it, UH!
And I'm glad Jay finally retired
He got out the game just in time, to miss this fire
But the rest of you suckerz get ready
I'm about to have the whole secular industry, "delirious" like "Eddie" (WOO!)
I'm not heady, I'm just so sure
That Jesus writin' and Future flow sick with' no cure
Chitty chitty bang bang, Future doing his thang-thang
Rappers' movin' they mouth, but ain't saying a DANG THANG
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
You secular Iraqi rappers, it's over for you soldiers
Like Bush and Sadaam, I push buttons and BOMB
Flow hits so quick, faster than Islam
And 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 way
These ain't just bars of stuff I'd like to say
But these is bars of stuff you might see
If you're even in Vegas (Greenville) or anywhere that I might be
And don't think it's a game!
I'm twenty-plus years old, I stopped playing around thirteen
Am I 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 listen
I ain't scared of none of your BOYS
I 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 ya
You better chill before it get real and you get touched brah!
[Chorus x6]
Future - My Wrath Lyrics
Future - My Wrath Lyrics
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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 1:]
I'm walkin' this walk, I'm talkin' this talk
The boys they got my back up, walkin' with' a swagga
Sneaks stay fresh, white-tee stay cris-py
Light crease in my blue jeans, y'all try to stay with me
Nate Butters hook my line up, sharp tape in the sides and the front
Jackie Chan style, I do my own stunts, UH!
Black man, watch that, man right thurr
So much dough in my back pocket, I gotta front
I 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 easy
The team gives ghosts the heebie jeebies (brotha please!)
I ain't scared of nuthin' under the heavens
I 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, man
I hope you suckerz got your bags packed
Cause if not you're gonna feel my wrath!
[Verse 2:]
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 boy
I make that sin thing diminish and your flesh could go with' it, UH!
Future's flow quite attractive and dapper
The chiropractic rapper, I GETS IT CRACKIN', UH!
He's so focused, it's nothing that could distract him
Put a low jack on his ankle, y'all still couldn't track him
I'm not braggin', but the flow is proper
Any bro' close to Future flow probably with Hoffa (uh!)
Meaning dead somewhere under a field
I give props to Pac and B.I.G., but, that's about it, UH!
And I'm glad Jay finally retired
He got out the game just in time, to miss this fire
But the rest of you suckerz get ready
I'm about to have the whole secular industry, "delirious" like "Eddie" (WOO!)
I'm not heady, I'm just so sure
That Jesus writin' and Future flow sick with' no cure
Chitty chitty bang bang, Future doing his thang-thang
Rappers' movin' they mouth, but ain't saying a DANG THANG
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
You secular Iraqi rappers, it's over for you soldiers
Like Bush and Sadaam, I push buttons and BOMB
Flow hits so quick, faster than Islam
And 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 way
These ain't just bars of stuff I'd like to say
But these is bars of stuff you might see
If you're even in Vegas (Greenville) or anywhere that I might be
And don't think it's a game!
I'm twenty-plus years old, I stopped playing around thirteen
Am I 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 listen
I ain't scared of none of your BOYS
I 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 ya
You better chill before it get real and you get touched brah!
[Chorus x6]
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 1:]
I'm walkin' this walk, I'm talkin' this talk
The boys they got my back up, walkin' with' a swagga
Sneaks stay fresh, white-tee stay cris-py
Light crease in my blue jeans, y'all try to stay with me
Nate Butters hook my line up, sharp tape in the sides and the front
Jackie Chan style, I do my own stunts, UH!
Black man, watch that, man right thurr
So much dough in my back pocket, I gotta front
I 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 easy
The team gives ghosts the heebie jeebies (brotha please!)
I ain't scared of nuthin' under the heavens
I 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, man
I hope you suckerz got your bags packed
Cause if not you're gonna feel my wrath!
[Verse 2:]
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 boy
I make that sin thing diminish and your flesh could go with' it, UH!
Future's flow quite attractive and dapper
The chiropractic rapper, I GETS IT CRACKIN', UH!
He's so focused, it's nothing that could distract him
Put a low jack on his ankle, y'all still couldn't track him
I'm not braggin', but the flow is proper
Any bro' close to Future flow probably with Hoffa (uh!)
Meaning dead somewhere under a field
I give props to Pac and B.I.G., but, that's about it, UH!
And I'm glad Jay finally retired
He got out the game just in time, to miss this fire
But the rest of you suckerz get ready
I'm about to have the whole secular industry, "delirious" like "Eddie" (WOO!)
I'm not heady, I'm just so sure
That Jesus writin' and Future flow sick with' no cure
Chitty chitty bang bang, Future doing his thang-thang
Rappers' movin' they mouth, but ain't saying a DANG THANG
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
You secular Iraqi rappers, it's over for you soldiers
Like Bush and Sadaam, I push buttons and BOMB
Flow hits so quick, faster than Islam
And 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 way
These ain't just bars of stuff I'd like to say
But these is bars of stuff you might see
If you're even in Vegas (Greenville) or anywhere that I might be
And don't think it's a game!
I'm twenty-plus years old, I stopped playing around thirteen
Am I 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 listen
I ain't scared of none of your BOYS
I 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 ya
You better chill before it get real and you get touched brah!
[Chorus x6]