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Verse 1
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My word's food for thought the mind is like a cafeteria
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Some rappers are inferior but none are superior
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My voice is choice I'm one of the chosen
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I might be Chill but I'm not frozen
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Self preservation survival of the better
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Chill Rob plus the seventh letter
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Flyin' off at every angle can you tangle
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Mix or handle you don't hold a candle
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To what you're hearin' you don't have a near win
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But it's a clear miss, no wonder you fear this
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And don't get pissed just because I riffed
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I'll tell you what, smoke this:
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I'm the Future Shock...
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Verse 2
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The man, the moment, the mic, the muscle
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The power, the people, the hype, the hustle
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The harder I hit, the smarter you get
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If you're a liar, stay away cos I ain't shovellin' shit
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The edge of night opens doorways to horror
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I'm the guiding light as you search for tomorrow
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Dark shadows terrorize the young and restless
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I'll crash the spot if I'm not on the guest list
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The hands of time in my mind advances fast
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While you recite the first to the last
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Word that I spoke, but no, that's no complaint
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Take my rhyme but use restraint
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If I catch you on the perpetratin' tip, hurtin' your lip
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Well look, you know how it is, I gotta flip
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In ways you would never suspect
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Like do a front semi and land on your neck
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To be precise, correct and exact
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This album is mostly freestyle and feedback
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From the people, it's the sequel
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To 'Dope Rhymes', but this is go for broke time
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Without breakin', makin' no mistakes and
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Takin' no flakes for friends, cos in the end
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They backbite, and you don't wanna get smacked, right?
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So hold tight while your mind takes flight
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Check out a verse or two and see if I can rock
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I'm the Future Shock...
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Verse 3
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Nothin' better to do, so I'll persue this new
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Style, rhythm rockin' and poppin' lip
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Jealous punks pretend it ain't hype but in
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Ten lines or less they're jockin' it
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Reality is my beat, the beat goes on
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Mark creates the beat that Rob rolls on
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Like a musical note or a boat ridin' a wave
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And I hope what I wrote goes with you to your grave
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Save a little for later so I can come back
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My lyrics stick in your brain like a thumbtack
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And if you thought I was slummin', wrong
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You know that I'm comin' strong
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This is a Flavorized drum track
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So take a stand and plan to upraise your hand
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When you agree what I'm speakin' is purely truth
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I rap the style of rhyme that opens up your mind
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To the way things have been since my youth
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Why am I riffin'? Just listen and see if I can rock
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While you be-bop to breaks I drop
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I'm the Future Shock.
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Future Shock
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Chill Rob G |