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We are - the future ... future!

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

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

Y'all Gore, nice with the words since eighty-four!
Rifles galore - 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!
rap tapes like cancer apples,
I buy a crib with a gate deflates and shoots arrows,
Produce pharoahs, you with chrome,
Shatter bones, the world's fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her wire's as well as my own,
I lace the president C4, under his bed,
Them feds never found the books, Freebase are heads.

[Ill
I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon award,
And cash hoardin', launder for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons value 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!
lyrics cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed your soul allowed the clearest,
Visonaries, Red's a missionary,
My vision's varies, aligned with the of kings of theory,
Illustrated like Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I only it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, money fast life, my fight, blast mics,
I've torn the fuck up since last night,
It's clear, everywhere is war! The 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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