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[Intro: Rapsody & Thee Tom Hardy]
Yeah (Rapsody)
Rap (Thee Tom Hardy)
Rapsody (Rapsody)
Jones (Thee Tom Hardy)
Tommy H (Rapsody)
Ay, that’s me (oh), said my name (Thee Tom Hardy)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yeah, I’m the future
Doc Emmett for losers
Recession improver
Y’all depressin’ my mood up
Rapsody’s up, so turn your tubes up
I’ll be Tudor, give you a better view, huh
What you could achieve usin’ medulla
Well, I’m thinkin’ takeover we’ll be the rulers, ha
Tommy Jones, yeah you should get used ta
See I’m the newster, flow super super
So don’t you dare come at me like Lex Luthor
‘Cause you sir will lose like most losers huh
All I need’s a shot like one Ruger, huh
I mean a bullet, crack the flow when I pull it, ha
Fire ran like pull ‘em the little match girl
Tommy H a wonderful world, huh
Far from basic, coverin’ bases
The twenty ten replacements, we’ll be your favorites, ha
Yes sir, we’ll be your favorites
Stay on the grind like The Movers and The Shakers
Spittin’ out the magic that’s my flavor
Eric [?] on the fader we the Lakers
Yeah, no matter what they can’t degrade us
Like a genius, a genius my major, ha
So forget all the losers
Rapsody, Tom Hardy we the future

And we’re the future (Thee Tom Hardy & Rhapsody)
(oh) Tom Hardy, Rapsody, we’re the future
(Yeah, ha, we the future) [Rapsody]
Ha, I wanna be your favorite
(Tom Hardy, Rapsody we the future) [Rapsody]
Look listen (Thee Tom Hardy)

[Verse 2: Thee Tom Hardy]
They call me L-M-N-O-T-O-M
I love me, so why would I wanna be like them?
I love trees, so why would I wanna stop what I’m doin’
Constant improvin’, I’m movin’ in the direction toward the top
And you can’t do shit to me (me)
Youngest on the scene (scene)
19 with a giraffe in my jeans (okay)
Ballin’ on a budget but I’m eatin’ like a king
And my lady gives me suction when I’m readin’ magazines (oh)
Big Gipp is my favorite rapper of the moment
And I’m hopin’ I can make a career out of mic controllin’ (yeah)
Solo how I’m rollin’
Slowly how I’m strollin’
Babes stay winkin’ at me like semicolons (oh)
I’m in the lab with the stereo blastin’
Focus on my lyrics ‘cause I’m very old fashioned
Dreamin’ of a day where I can get rich rappin’
And move to the mountains and live in a big cabin
Game so stagnant so I throw curve balls
Here today gone tomorrow like a gerball (ball)
Or a hamster (ster) what’s the answer (answer)
What’s the question, killin’ every session
I was blessed with the talent of a prodigy
And every time I swing I’m hittin’ homers like Odyssey
But I need more cheese for the broccoli (okay)
No broccoli (no), Jones stop the beat (stop)
Yeah