This is Braintax, 49. Sending this one out to Kelis, Synapse, Trojan, QED, TD, Oddball. To all the people from the north to the south. It goes like this... (Leeds City, London Town)

[Verse 1]

Every day I sit back, thinking 'bout the future years

As they pass more quickly, time fades and disappears

The year 2000 used to see so distant

If time was a line, I could travel in an instant

I'd go to when MCs knew no animosity

Back in time wouldn't satisfy my curiosity

But tripping forward 5-years would I see

A brand new music where hip-hop used to be?

'Cos no one kept it real once it didn't pay to say it

An empty kind of phrase 'Oh my days, that's [?]'

So we play it and we say it—money talks, we obey it

I want to innovate

But I'm scared they won't play it

In 1999 who cares about the rhyme?

Their attitude's fashion so the sales do

[climb?]

And hip-hop's ripped apart, the revolution never starts

There's a tiny group of people making beats from the heart

For art's sake

While the rest find fame

Using half-hearted concepts, lyrics that are lame

Plus the same old phrase, acting crazed in a rhyme

I can only form the future if I think about time

[Break]

[New time

Now is new time

Now is old time

Now is old time

New time

New time

Now is new time

Now is old time

Now is old time

New time?]

[Verse 2]

I tried to be a nutter, but I just

Couldn't do it

See, I always keep it real

But don't tell ya that I do it

Words are self-explanatory

Like a road sign I hold mine

Hoping I can be myself, find my own goldmine

It's all good, nah, it's mostly all the same

See, the fire is the future, and the present is the flame

Many played cats, chased the cream

Wish they caught a mouse

Smiling to myself like the first time I heard Slaughterhouse...

Seems somebody spoke the truth

[Robbed them old souls?], now I think that's proof

We can innovate,

[?]

, but who's gonna risk it?

People stuck in ruts, selling tons, take the biscuit

So, I can see why they do it, hey

I knew it wouldn't really raise the art form

So stay sharp and chase corn

Which do I love most? It has to be the music

My hypothesis was that hip-hop would change the world

I hope the future proves it

Don't want to lose it and feel bad

Reminiscing daily about the times we once had

'No fad, Dad,' I said

We're breaking in the future

Music was like school

And hip-hop was my tutor

Opened up my eyes from the first time I heard it

It's like a jungle sometimes

And Captain Rock blew my mind

If I rewind like this in 20-05

I'd like to feel the same vibe, knowing hip-hop's still alive

And you don't stop

And you don't quit

And you don't stop

And you don't quit

(That's how it goes... Braintax, for the 9-0s and beyond...)

For the future years

As we float on

In the future years

All the Low Life family, who know who they are. And all my people from way back...