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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

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

[Sabac
I the cold 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,
celebrities, double D bitches are knockouts!
Never the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
With a soda, medicated twice we ogre!
Double dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, over,
My man shit on cable got the game sober,
How I Became a paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I mail fraud to porn seller!

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

[Ill
I'm on a five day fast, Gordon blast award,
And cash hoardin', money for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons value life some game of Ship,
Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, adequate aim,
We in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
the pain, when I splatter your brain!
Conscious 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 minds of of theory,
Illustrated Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I only it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, money fast life, my cash fight, mics,
I've torn the fuck up since last night,
clear, everywhere is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' news, sellin' street blues,
with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build with who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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