We are - the motherfuckin' future ... future!
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[Ill Bill]
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Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more heat than Thermoses,
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You get your loot house takin' at the shoot out,
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With secret servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion!
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We pop biscuits at these pop musicians -
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Claimin' hip-hop, you get your mop twisted!
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Breakdance, break every bone in your body!
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Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Rock Steady!
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A lotta rappers bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
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I told you 'The Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
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Spoke to the Ghost of Christ, the poltergeist,
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Design a prototype mind control device - overpriced to anybody!
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Then sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
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I bought the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children!
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Hold the nine milli, toast really close to villain,
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Smoked up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
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Legend has it that before war I worshipped Satan,
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Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons,
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Catchin' brain from the president's wife,
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The Illuminati can suck my dick - so I could bust my shit,
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Hits from the bong with Tom Brokaw,
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Twist my dust up with Bible pages and smoke folklore,
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Like a coke straw in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
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My people stay blooded out - like Soviets!
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Blow off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
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Leave you soakin' wet, like a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!
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[Goretex]
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I spit the cold shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
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Flip the coke shit for bricks when the single hops out!
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Luxury whips, equipped for rap stars and drop-outs,
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Ghetto celebrities, double D bitches are knockouts!
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Never leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
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With a free soda, medicated twice we ogre!
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Double dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
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My man solo shit on cable got the game sober,
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How I Became a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
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My life story, how I went mail fraud to porn seller!
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Y'all know Gore, nice with the words since eighty-four!
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Rifles galore - satellites attached to the floor!
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Muchin' on veal parm' like human arm, up at your record label,
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Real bomb, smackin' VP's with real charm!
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I'm a nice cat 'till the Paxil runs out, and gats dumb out,
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Ice picks, ecstacy rings get run out!
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Sellin' rap tapes like cancer apples,
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I buy a crib with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows,
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Produce pharoahs, attack you with chrome,
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Shatter your bones, the world's fucked,
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Call Jackie Stalone, her wire's tapped as well as my own,
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I lace the president with C4, under his bed,
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Them feds never found the books, Freebase are hollow heads.
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[Sabac Red]
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I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon blast award,
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And cash hoardin', launder money for rainy day sessions,
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Expose your weapons - lessons value life some game of Battle Ship,
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Connect Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, adequate aim,
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We came in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
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Imagine the pain, when I splatter your brain!
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Conscious lyrics cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
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Martial theorists, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest,
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Visonaries, Sabac Red's a missionary,
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My vision's varies, aligned with the minds of kings of theory,
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Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
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When I kick it, I only talk it 'cause I live it,
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Brooklyn done did it, money fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
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I've been torn the fuck up since last night,
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It's clear, everywhere is war! The streets guard me,
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The Godly, singin' freedom songs like Bob Marley,
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Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' street blues,
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Build with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
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Positive cats, I build with cats who wanna shoot ya,
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No competition, Non Phixion, Welcome to the Future!
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We Are The Future (x4)
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We Are The Future
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Non Phixion |