P. Diddy: The future

[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 meFeelin it's about to get uglyInject this dose of the futureTap them veins, grab hold, let me shoot yaMainline this new Diddy heroinThe Afro-American dream is too evidentThe potential to be the first black PresidentiTunes, download me in every residentEarly, I skip break-fastNigga be on his grind like he need new brake padsWe in the hood like black soap and dollar vansMy CD's in 3-D, hologramsThe future, y'all need to holla manThe live show's a hard act to follow manBronze my likeness, y'all need to follow himFrom now to 3000, I'll be a problem manThe futureAlways before you("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture...")Always illWith my demeanor, flip, assemble my own team toSay fuck FEMA in case there's another KatrinaAnd you, laughed at the past, said I was a dreamerBut it's, back to the future, sold out arenasWe, take 'em to the cleaners, calm ya nervesThis is the man who provided more jobs for blacks than armed services(Let's go) Cut them corners, stay ahead of them sharp curvagesYeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superflousMan, I extend credit to a vagabondRun yo' city, and we not talkin marathonsBang like chitty chitty here to disturb youNew CD, watch it spread like bird fluAmerica, fall back, you can't stop meGot a thing for pigeon-toed chicks who walk knock-kneedSkin-tight jeans we call that botoxiedI'm desensitized baby, you can't shock meI'm the futureAlways before you("The Fu-The Fu-The-Future-ture-ture-ture-ture...")Always illI went from, blocks to greater to fortunes rock relatedNow my entire crib is voice activatedTelevision on, Mr. Combs is homeSolar panel rooftop my, kitchen is chromeDim the lights to a purple haze then answer the phone(Hello?) Peep the moon through my retractable domeWhat they thought they assassinated was only a cloneWe about to venture off into the unknown (let's go)Where sunrays hook off layers of ozoneChips inserted in the brain, the new cell phoneThe future, fuck with me nowI'm Grammy certified the committee can pick me nowAnd they all green with envy like Bill BixbyBow down, kiss the tip of my cane, I paid sixty thou'You know the suit stay crispy nowHands to the sky and get ready if you wit me nowThe futureNever seen before, never willAlways before you, always illI AM!!!