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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

[Ill
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more heat Thermoses,
You get your loot house takin' at the out,
With secret servicemen, Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop at these pop musicians -
Claimin' hip-hop, you get mop twisted!
Breakdance, every bone in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on grave like Rock Steady!
A lotta bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I told you Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
Spoke to the of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind control device - to anybody!
Then it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
I the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children!
the nine milli, toast really close to villain,
Smoked up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the blizzard,
has it that before war I worshipped Satan,
Drink human blood and have amongst Masons,
brain from the president's wife,
The Illuminati can my dick - so I could bust my shit,
Hits from the bong Tom Brokaw,
Twist my dust up with pages and smoke folklore,
Like a straw in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My people blooded out - like Soviets!
off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
Leave you soakin' wet, a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!

[Sabac
I spit the cold shit at chicks to make they pop out!
the coke shit for bricks when the single hops out!
Luxury whips, for rap stars and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, double D are knockouts!
Never leave the hood cats, two sandwich hood rats,
With a free soda, medicated we ogre!
dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man shit on cable got the game sober,
How I a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I went mail to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice with the since eighty-four!
Rifles - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal like human arm, up at your record label,
Real bomb, VP's with real charm!
I'm a nice cat 'till the Paxil out, and gats dumb out,
Ice picks, ecstacy get run out!
Sellin' rap tapes like apples,
I buy a crib with a that deflates and shoots arrows,
pharoahs, attack you with chrome,
Shatter your bones, the fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her tapped as well as my own,
I lace the president C4, under his bed,
Them feds found the books, Freebase are hollow heads.

[Ill
I'm on a five day fast, Gordon blast award,
And cash hoardin', money for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons life some game of Battle Ship,
Connect Four, Gat equipped shit, adequate aim,
We in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
the pain, when I splatter your brain!
Conscious lyrics out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed your soul amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Sabac a missionary,
My vision's varies, with the minds of kings of theory,
Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Wizard, explicit,
When I it, I only talk it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the fuck up last night,
It's clear, is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' blues,
with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build with cats who wanna ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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