Future - My Wrath lyrics

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 bu*ters, 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 talk The boys they got my back up, walkin' wit' a swagga Sneaks stay fresh, white-tee stay cris-py Light crease in my blue jeans, y'all try to stay with me Nate bu*ters 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 s**erz, 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 2X] SECULAR RAPPERS, I'm COMING, uh! You hear my footsteps I'm coming.. And I mean this brotha to brotha, man I hope you s**erz got your bags packed Cause 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 boy I make that sin thing diminish and your flesh could go wit' 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 s**erz 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 wit' no cure Chitty chitty bang bang, Future doing his thang-thang Rappers' movin' they mouth, but ain't saying a DANG THANG [Chorus 2X] [Verse Three] You secular Iraqi rappers, it's over for you soldiers Like Bush and Sadaam, I push bu*tons 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-bu*t ya You better chill before it get real and you get touched brah! [Chorus 6X]