Blighted Future
[Intro]
Welcome to reality of the 21st century

[Verse 1]
Hi-polymer interpolator coming from the cosmic underground
Where underrators tend to hate the most gifted and lifted believers
Of a braggadocio bravado on a cap of a bottle that struck a coddle
Tone, observing the bottom of a zone where clones take cautions to
A foe, who knows no boundaries of a mystic foundry
Resign the sound it’s collectively easy
I see a ton of brothas taking paths on base with an easy pass
To a deceivingly decеit-fulfilled purposelessnеss existence
Pondering little to no troubles of a blighted future
Is it a lighter feeder? Or a quelled rebeller? Which could be
A better test for being beaten and battered
Does it matter? Asking questions of a rhetorical type
Ending with a kite high in flight acquiring phrenetical mishaps
Did you miss that? Cause the knowledge within a paperback
Is quite the task for upper-echelon scholars
Living off of an invalued dollar that can’t barter
On a imparter of umbilical thoughts, bought from an unknown origin
Asking “Is you recording this?” “Oh, no. Its not business.”
“Oh c’mon now you know we supposed to be up on heavenly ground.”
“Oh c’mon now you know we supposed to be up on heavenly ground.”
[Chorus]
(DJ Premier scratching)

[Verse 2]
Are we nearing the end of true time?
Or is just the bottom thin blue line committing true crime?
Seeing to the east, west, north, and south that its just about time to bring da ruckus
Containing the spirit of the Wu-tang style within a pure protested heart
Against a fashion that has cash in for their failure
Oh you better be near the vital derailleur
To shift into next gear for a year of battles, turmoil, and anguish
Keep from falling into languish cause you still in this conquest
Pressing a pad to potentially filter off-kilter ideas
That strive and strike for a satisfying kill near the ear
Oh you bear the troubles of emancipators and innovators
Who came to save us from problem makers and politicians with partisan ambitions
Uncovering a tainted aquifer with no offer to limitations
In an impending sense its becoming increasingly clear
To see the idea of history repeating itself
In a day and age of “for ourselves”
To come back down to the cosmic underground
“To come back”
“Down to the cosmic underground.”

[Chorus]
(Dj Premier scratching)