BLAX - Future's Past (Ft. IAMCHRISCRAIG)

[Chorus: Blax]
Looking at the future while I'm pondering the present
Am I living dead inside or dead from living? That's the question
Slice your head and, off the section, if you really wanna scrap
I won't ever stop my grind until my city's on the map
And I'm conscious of the fact that it kills me every time
Over under-performing, like I pour my heart into every rhyme
Get in line, promise I'ma get big like a giant
Spitting fire till I'm more red than a hydrant
So don't try it, nigga

[Verse 1: Blax]
Coming in this bitch like I never had sex-ed
I'm no brawler, but any doubters the next dead
Honestly I'm sick of fighting and the bloodshed
But what is there to do when you facing a flood?
Tread lightly , if you don't wanna drown under pressure
Been sleeping in the Subway but I never been fresher
Than the Prince of Bel-Air, I seldom get scared
I'm just tryna get off the ground but never been aired
Like I'm back on the drawing board indefinitely
Saitama with it, I don't kill the game professionally
And this shit merely for fun, but like magic beans, we grow
They saying "Blax a Ska-douche who look nothing like Po" woah
I jacked black with a lucha mask and Kung Fu
All these rappers small, y'all Lil No Names and Young Who?
Like you expecting me to keep on track? (hell nah)
These big cats lying, they just a sheep pack (yell bah)
I'm no dog but y'all in dire need of education
You don't wanna make me restart like installation
"I'm coming in this" told you not to make me start over
So now you'll wish for mercy, rabbit foot and leaf clovers
A nigga never lucky cause I keep my charm in
Y'all are shitty while I Bear arms like Charmin
But I barely made it this far and still got lost
JJ when the Force Awakens, flow cold as Jack Frost
Ring up Saint Nick with three naughty hoes with me
A dragon on this shit, at least that's what my myth be
This Mister keep it Clean when it's hairy like a bedside comb
You? Beating me? A dream - on your bus, ride home
[Chorus: Blax]
Looking at the future while I'm pondering the present
Am I living dead inside or dead from living? That's the question
Slice your head and, off the section, if you really wanna scrap
I won't ever stop my grind until my city's on the map
And I'm conscious of the fact that it kills me every time
Over under-performing, like I pour my heart into every rhyme
Get in line, promise I'ma get big like a giant
Spitting fire till I'm more red than a hydrant
So don't try it, nigga

[Verse 2: IAMCHRISCRAIG]
The younging from the South is known to put them in a bag
I saw his chain, I took it off his neck in just a slash
I feel like Leatherface, I keep that hammer in my stash
I put a body on a surface, heart attack like Mazzi Maz
Listen, I want that work until my future is frightened
I'm nice enough to be inside the boat that Kodak is driving
I'm known as a Titan, I feel like Kendrick/Cole when I'm writing
I flow like Poseidon, the waters of the ocean residing in me
I am Master Shredder when I ripped this flow
A living narcotic, nobody who can spit this dope
A gifted flow, they wrapped it up on Christmas, ho
It be zapping when I be busting like a Nintendo
I'm saying, these punches knock your lights out
You think you realer than Chris and Blax? You a big phony
I pass it on to my brothers, word to the big homie
The flow is so interactive, better equip Sony, nigga
[Chorus: Blax]
Looking at the future while I'm pondering the present
Am I living dead inside or dead from living? That's the question
Slice your head and, off the section, if you really wanna scrap
I won't ever stop my grind until my city's on the map
And I'm conscious of the fact that it kills me every time
Over under-performing, like I pour my heart into every rhyme
Get in line, promise I'ma get big like a giant
Spitting fire till I'm more red than a hydrant
So don't try it, nigga