[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]         And his quick observation and active brain   made him an ideal agent for gaining information.            [Aceyalone]         People all over the world   They have a right to be free      No matter where you are at      You are in the place to be      I think you should walk to the park   And stand up right next to a tree         Look down at the roots on the ground      And imagine you're standin with me      An apple might fall on yo' head      And you may get a bright idea      That you do not want to be led      You'll climb on your own up that hill      But when you get up to the top      Just don't forget from where you came      Cause you know that it doesn't stop   And you know the name of the game               [Chorus]      Future future, future future      Rockers rockers, rockers rockers      Future future, future future   Rockers rockers, rockers rockers               [Aceyalone]         I had the pleasure of finding this treasure   And taking the measure to keep it protected   Jewels are a snake that can be in the wrong hands      That could be deadly we MUST take a stance         Walking on tightropes in thin ice and hot coals      And dancing with demons, and playing the role      Stay in control and don't let them control you      Cause I know they will, if you have no will      That's one of the reasons I came to this planet      To give you some lessons on you being you      It must be us that must enter those gates and      We must know just what to do            [Chorus]            [Aceyalone]      First I grab my, weapon then I         Ready and willin and deadly and makin a killin   Put it away just in case there's foul play   A to the L, on to the E         As you can tell, I'm the MC   of the century and of the future            When I execute ya, you'll feel no pain   But you will when you'll be born again and again   Ev-ery seven or eight thousand years            The brain becomes one with the ears   Man becomes one with the sneers      The flesh becomes one with the gears      The circuitry's working, electronic pulse         I am the host so a toast to the boogie         Future future.. rockers rockers      Future future.. rockers rockers         Future future..            Rockers rockers..   Future future..      Rockers rockers