Blighted Future - Intellectual

[Intro]

Welcome to reality of the 21st century

Hi-polymer interpolator coming from the cosmic underground

Where underrators tend to hate the most gifted and lifted believers

Of a braggadocio bravado on a cap of a bottle that struck a coddle

Tone, observing the bottom of a zone where clones take cautions to

A foe, who knows no boundaries of a mystic foundry

Resign the sound it’s collectively easy

I see a ton of brothas taking paths on base with an easy pass

To a deceivingly decеit-fulfilled purposelessnеss existence

Pondering little to no troubles of a blighted future

Is it a lighter feeder? Or a quelled rebeller? Which could be

A better test for being beaten and battered

Does it matter? Asking questions of a rhetorical type

Ending with a kite high in flight acquiring phrenetical mishaps

Did you miss that? Cause the knowledge within a paperback

Is quite the task for upper-echelon scholars

Living off of an invalued dollar that can’t barter

On a imparter of umbilical thoughts, bought from an unknown origin

Asking “Is you recording this?” “Oh, no. Its not business.”

“Oh c’mon now you know we supposed to be up on heavenly ground.”

(DJ Premier scratching)

Are we nearing the end of true time?

Or is just the bottom thin blue line committing true crime?

Seeing to the east, west, north, and south that its just about time to bring da ruckus

Containing the spirit of the Wu-tang style within a pure protested heart

Against a fashion that has cash in for their failure

Oh you better be near the vital derailleur

To shift into next gear for a year of battles, turmoil, and anguish

Keep from falling into languish cause you still in this conquest

Pressing a pad to potentially filter off-kilter ideas

That strive and strike for a satisfying kill near the ear

Oh you bear the troubles of emancipators and innovators

Who came to save us from problem makers and politicians with partisan ambitions

Uncovering a tainted aquifer with no offer to limitations

In an impending sense its becoming increasingly clear

To see the idea of history repeating itself

In a day and age of “for ourselves”

To come back down to the cosmic underground

“To come back”

“Down to the cosmic underground.”

(Dj Premier scratching)