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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

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

[Sabac
I spit the cold shit at chicks to they nipples pop out!
the coke shit for bricks when the single hops out!
Luxury whips, for rap stars and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, D bitches are knockouts!
Never the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
a free soda, medicated twice we ogre!
Double blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man solo on cable got the game sober,
How I Became a Soldier: top seller,
My life story, how I mail fraud to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice the words since eighty-four!
Rifles - satellites attached to the floor!
on veal parm' like human arm, up at your record label,
Real bomb, VP's with real charm!
I'm a nice cat 'till the Paxil runs out, and gats out,
Ice picks, ecstacy get run out!
Sellin' rap like cancer apples,
I buy a crib with a gate that and shoots arrows,
pharoahs, attack you with chrome,
Shatter bones, the world's 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.

[Ill
I'm on a day fast, Flash Gordon blast award,
And cash hoardin', launder for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons value life 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,
Martial theorists, freed your allowed amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Red's a missionary,
My varies, aligned with the minds of kings of theory,
like Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I it, I only talk it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, money life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been the fuck up since last night,
It's clear, everywhere is war! The streets me,
The Godly, freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, street blues,
Build with my peoples, and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build with who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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