If I could get your attention just for a second,
have you listen to the rhythm that's spinning, etched in the record.
Maybe that's a bit too forward... nah.
Let me explain,
I've been given holy powers anointed in this refrain
because my reckoning, I reckon, before you start to complain
has found its purity within the light of which I am ordained
and I am baptizin' rap guys that soundin' lame
with a pistol to the temple. That irony is so simple, hold up.
Sometimes I feel like I'm moving ideas tug-of-war rules
and I'm just stalemating mentally and I need to break loose.
My name is Future Wolf and, me, I'm dropping hotter jewels, ya see,
so go and Snopes it, I'll be subsidizing dope shit
as I be just like a Battletoad - difficult to master
but I'm betting with the devil, the first level brings your G's to O's.
I'll be the better victor while y'all Vickies pee your clothes,
bring your chapters to a close.
Griff! Griff! Griff! Can you get this?
Thinkin' I might take up the pan flute.
WHAT DO YOU WANT? (Said we want to understand you.)
Nurse, I'll need the suction before the suture.
I've been sent to fuck you from the future. (BAAAAAAAAAAARS!)
Wrestle bears that speak in Russian tongues.
Keep a razor blade twixt my lip and gums.
Still can't buy it and what the hell's a rental?
(Oh, shit!) Gone from great abyss to grand abysmal.
And you have toys you won from tickets and tokens,
I'm in the midway with a weapon, best believe it's not broken
so if you run or you hide, just know I'm comin' tonight!
I got that Red Rider rifle, it'll take out an eye
and such disasters to blast off the fourth of July.
I'm heavin' a sigh. They think their crowd is dumber than I?
I throw it aside, come back to it when I feel it's time
and let a torrent of the words from inside to cut your fuckin' necktie.
I didn't plan this, I thought I had a product
nobody ever demanded, inventory to manage,
overstocking the boxes piling high up in the houses
of the relatives I only chat with when I need a bandage
but that's a story of a few years ago,
and I could never pay you back but I can pay my own.
Forever in debt but still not calling it yet
but if I ever hit the lotto, I'ma send you a check.
Moved a hundred miles and it's the same old state.
Sometimes I feel like from that hometown I'll never escape
all while I'm making it in a new city.
That country mentality, well, what's that got to do with me?
I'm sick of battling with closed minds but I stay trapped in my own kind.
I can't strip away the thoughts, the damage of past lines,
the passing of lost time and moments locked in the cellar.
I'll still bring it less than stellar, Rap Game Ross Gellar
and I put that on that bastard baby.
They say a lot of things but never that they can't replace me. (I thought you quit.)
Now I gotta go back harder to establish shit I thought up
back in ninth grade while handing out mixtapes literal.
I'm sharpening myself to Ginsu levels,
stayin' up in my apartment, lonely and looking disheveled
so I could bring in a performance that shall never be had.
I could only have existed as a pen and a pad
and I'm gone.

What do you want?