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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

[Ill
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' 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!
Bury you alive, and on your grave like Rock Steady!
A lotta bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I you 'The Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
to the Ghost of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype control device - overpriced to anybody!
sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
I the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children!
Hold the nine milli, toast close to villain,
Smoked up with the philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
has it that before war I worshipped Satan,
Drink human blood and have amongst Masons,
brain from the president's wife,
The Illuminati can suck my dick - so I bust my shit,
Hits from the bong Tom Brokaw,
my dust up with Bible pages and smoke folklore,
Like a coke in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My people 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 the cold shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
Flip the coke shit for when the single hops out!
Luxury whips, equipped for rap 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 shit on cable got the sober,
How I a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I mail fraud to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice the words since eighty-four!
galore - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal parm' like human arm, up at your label,
Real bomb, smackin' VP's 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 a gate that 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 the president with C4, under his bed,
Them feds never found the books, 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 - value life some game of Battle Ship,
Connect Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, 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 soul amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Sabac a missionary,
My vision's varies, with the minds of kings of theory,
Illustrated like Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I only talk it I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, money life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the up since last night,
It's clear, everywhere is war! The guard me,
The Godly, singin' freedom songs Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' blues,
Build my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
cats, I build with cats who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, to the Future!

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