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We are - the motherfuckin' ... future!

[Ill
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more than Thermoses,
You get your loot 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 bone in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Steady!
A lotta rappers bein' pussy Tom Petty!
I told you 'The Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
Spoke to the of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind control device - to anybody!
sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
I bought the Empire State buildin', it to the children!
the nine milli, toast really close to villain,
Smoked up the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
Legend has it that war I worshipped Satan,
Drink human blood and orgies 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,
Twist my dust up with Bible pages and folklore,
a coke straw in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My stay blooded out - like Soviets!
off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
Leave you soakin' wet, a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!

Red]
I spit the shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
Flip the coke shit for bricks when the single out!
whips, equipped for rap stars and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, D bitches are knockouts!
leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
With a free soda, medicated we ogre!
dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man solo shit on cable got the sober,
How I a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I went fraud to porn seller!

Y'all know Gore, nice the words since eighty-four!
Rifles - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal parm' like human arm, up at record label,
Real bomb, smackin' with real charm!
I'm a nice cat 'till the runs out, and gats dumb out,
Ice picks, rings get run out!
Sellin' rap tapes like apples,
I buy a with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows,
Produce pharoahs, you with chrome,
Shatter bones, the world's fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her tapped 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', launder money for day sessions,
Expose your - lessons value life some game of Battle Ship,
Connect Four, Gat equipped shit, adequate aim,
We came in and the game, I'm at it to gain,
the pain, when I splatter your brain!
Conscious lyrics out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed soul allowed amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Red's a missionary,
My varies, aligned with the minds of kings of theory,
Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, 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,
clear, everywhere is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, singin' freedom like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' 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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