Future Among Gods

Yeah

They call me Future

My name is Future,

standing in the light

Among God's creatures, walking through the night You try to read the

stars, try to make a chart But there is no compass for

this kind of art They try to map the style,

try to write the plot But you can't predict the future in

hip hop You can't predict the future in hip hop

No, you can't predict the future in hip hop

Among God's creatures, we rise up to the top

But you can't predict the future in hip hop

Written in the dust,

hidden in the clay A holy design that you can't sweep away

They want the formula,

looking for the key But the flow is sacred,

wild, and running free You can watch the throne,

you can watch the clock But you can't predict the future in

hip hop

You can't predict the future in hip hop

No, you can't predict the future in hip hop

Among God's creatures, we rise up to the top

But you can't predict the future in hip hop

Among God's creatures...

No prediction.

Future.