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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

Bill]
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more than Thermoses,
You get loot house takin' at the shoot out,
secret servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop at these pop musicians -
hip-hop, you get your mop twisted!
Breakdance, break every in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on your grave Rock Steady!
A lotta rappers bein' pussy Tom Petty!
I told you 'The Future Is Now', me if y'all 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 Empire buildin', gave it to the children!
the nine 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 orgies Masons,
Catchin' from the president's wife,
The Illuminati can suck my - so I could bust 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 with an flip,
Leave you soakin' wet, 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 single out!
Luxury whips, equipped for rap and drop-outs,
celebrities, double D bitches are knockouts!
Never leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich rats,
With a free soda, medicated we ogre!
dipped 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 went mail to porn seller!

Y'all Gore, nice with the words since eighty-four!
Rifles - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal parm' 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,
pharoahs, attack you with chrome,
Shatter your bones, the fucked,
Jackie Stalone, her wire's tapped as well as my own,
I lace the with C4, under his bed,
Them feds never found the books, are hollow heads.

[Ill
I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon award,
And hoardin', launder money 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 in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
Imagine the pain, when I splatter brain!
Conscious lyrics 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,
Illustrated like Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I talk it 'cause I live it,
done did it, money fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the fuck up since night,
clear, everywhere is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, singin' songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' news, sellin' street blues,
with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build cats who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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