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We are - the future ... future!

[Ill
we murderous, I be holdin' more heat than Thermoses,
You get your loot house at the shoot out,
With secret servicemen, Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop biscuits at pop musicians -
Claimin' hip-hop, you get mop twisted!
Breakdance, break bone in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on grave like Rock Steady!
A rappers bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I you 'The Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
Spoke to the of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind control device - to anybody!
sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
I the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children!
Hold the milli, toast really close to villain,
up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
Legend has it that war I worshipped Satan,
Drink human blood and orgies amongst Masons,
Catchin' brain from the wife,
The can suck my dick - so I could bust my shit,
from the bong with Tom Brokaw,
Twist my dust up with Bible and smoke folklore,
Like a coke straw in a clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My stay 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 shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
Flip the coke shit for bricks when the single out!
Luxury whips, for rap stars and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, D bitches are knockouts!
Never leave the hood cats, two dollar hood rats,
With a free soda, twice we ogre!
dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man solo on cable got the game sober,
How I a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My story, how I went mail fraud to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice with the since eighty-four!
galore - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal like human arm, up at your record label,
bomb, smackin' VP's with real charm!
I'm a cat 'till the Paxil runs out, and gats dumb out,
Ice picks, ecstacy get run out!
Sellin' rap tapes cancer apples,
I buy a crib with a gate that deflates and arrows,
Produce pharoahs, attack you chrome,
Shatter your bones, the fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her wire's tapped as as my own,
I lace the president C4, under his bed,
Them feds never the books, Freebase are hollow heads.

Bill]
I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon award,
And hoardin', launder money for rainy day sessions,
Expose weapons - lessons value life some game of Battle Ship,
Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, adequate aim,
We came in and the game, I'm at it to gain,
Imagine the pain, when I splatter brain!
Conscious cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
theorists, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Sabac a missionary,
My vision's varies, with the minds of kings of theory,
Illustrated Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I only it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the fuck up since night,
It's clear, is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, singin' songs like Bob Marley,
me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' street blues,
Build with my peoples, and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I with cats who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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