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(Ill Bill)
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones Conquerors, Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien Malachi (?) Five percent is (?) forever. Get your mind together Who decides truth? Guys in ties and suits? Violent coups from private schools? Peep how rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords Pay for groceries with DNA codes in your vocal chords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war Drink your cocaine cuz drugs is legal Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people" Even a priest can fall in love with evil If the bitch that's suckin' his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachievin' Yo we sniff blow or blow up priests' (Chorus) Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the Ruger nine shinin' This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill Bill reporting for a new assignment Ready to rock with the Ruger nine shinin' (Goretex) The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans Follow the sergeant, the one handlin' largest events Made the top of department, fire bombin' projects and tents Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary I never hold a grudge, takin' judges to Applebee's My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the bag Gangsta, Cherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water (Speakin through television like Benny Hen) We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids 'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the caves To vegetate, claimin' credit to detonate Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms (Chorus) (Ill Bill) At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns Tribes of (?), cannabalistic humanoid Underground drugs, rainin' blood Sorta like Slayer did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he is I made Run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explode With the plantable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect Fuck love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head Seen masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mystics, I turn goon's futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with two biscuits (Chorus) |
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What is the most important thing in-in Uncle Howie's life?
Drugs... drugs and music (Hook) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse One) Y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert First role hospital nurse blow Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced lips Exotic dancers in love with Bill da fuck you think Catch me at the barge whipping of the drugs n drink Bloods n crips coke dealing thugs n pimps Under the influence of things I bring to drug music To shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed narcotics Its dialibolical, your like a crack head prostitute Without the loot, witness the music thats responsible (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse Two) Fighting a war inside my mind, im all lost the more i find The more I ride toward the skies, open wide rain warm You get ya brain torn, brain storm till the pain gone We gon unify the streets against the beast so get your gang on Hang on for life, o.d, relevant drugs Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor Like dance more me and my man's whore snap y'all like ham haul Its like a jungle sometimes we life in gangland Brooklyn, criminals thieves thugs and hoodlums Cats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug route Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace But got guns for you cats who wanna see a cease beat I dont breathe right, my life dont seem right I dont see nights, and wont until my whole family eats right (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse Three) I cop this buick with the seats pulled out in the back ways I keep an ugly pack a villians like killers and crab gangs Some are religious fastness, some are hype, some others blastin Some are dead or in jail fathers or young bastards I pump the drug music, abuse beats I been through it S.P's and MPC's, OC's and QP's Coke rocks to M3's Get jerz to VP's Work our way up, we dont give a fuck who gets stuck Getchu ate up, we saw the world layin the cut I coulda went to college, stay in bed with drug scholars Prayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n kicks Exotic chicks...tounge pierced blow with the pussy flicks Like click click, the papparattzi trippin off six Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clip Like I'm in vegas with a trunk a coke Up in ya projects and ya never know I'm sellin soap Smellin the dope Hold the pope in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptop Jumped in the whip, skidded to the neighbor's crack spot (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it |
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{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*}
(Verse One) I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, even a convict Straight projects, prophets, that's the object Hunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth out We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never broke Body strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseurs Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holsters Lookin like feds in posters, devils and brokers I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of guns You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda bugged the way the world can make a righteous man turn savage I try to be peaceful but the world prefer madness And I'm a business man, supply and demand Make you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands Most dangerous rap group, any question that I ask you Thug be the answer to the question that's the truth (Chorus) If you got love for your mom - that's Non Phixion If you got love for your dogs - that's Non Phixion If you got love for the Gods - that's Non Phixion What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion If you got love for your peeps - that's Non Phixion If you got love for your seeds - that's Non Phixion If you got love for the streets - that's Non Phixion What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion (Verse Two) BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stop I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete Rock Gunnin through public housing, some brothers never get out I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hip I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live And all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridge We all about food, belly up, two in ya ribs Ain't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet It's all love son, prove and let my man speak Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go We all famous and we got files, lettin you know (Chorus) (Verse Three) Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth is I think America been tryin to kill me for two years But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance Eyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthems Make the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST All we got is us, our family's the only one we trust Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramids Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin this I'm like a near death experience I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us If we don't kill them, they killin us And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love (Chorus) {*Pete Rock scratches to end*} |
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How can I make a clean decisions in the haze of drugs?
prositutes and guns? I stumble up the ladder with Sabbac and Chunk, By my side when I ride in L.A! We party the stars and the starfuckers. Yeanybody love us. Ye I do cocain, yeah love to drink! Love to get my dick sucked in these drugs to think! Killin my brains over pills, rub my lungs with splives over necro production fucker, in the drugs it's sick. Is snorting schools bucks, Jews, Muslims, Christians, What the fuck is the difference? We all want money |
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"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..." (Goretex) Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the coke's arriving at six Got my name all in your mouth like you're liable to brick Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes Light up the room, African boom, spark it and zoom Disciple of rock, the type who aims rifles at cops I'm spiteful, fakes get left shaking like Michael J. Fox (Ill Bill) I be like the AIDS infected needle acupuncture Gangster and hustler Murderer and kidnapper suspect Rapper and dust-head From Blood red to Crip blue My shit's too colorful Running through with a hundred goons and maniacs If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back Like a instant replay Live in the PJs Watching my Uncle freebase Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face I learn to love my trees laced The way the PCP tastes The way it make me see things Old school like spy bilks (?) and sheep skins As I write this I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims Thinking where I'm going be in 2007 Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven I be chillin' on the beach in the South of Venice Or murkin' the President live on Channel 7 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Sabac Red) I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice My crew nice, late night at the corners we shoot dice It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, Tims, Nubuck Tanktops to koofies, groupies acting loosely Who be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that cat 'Bac Puffin' a stog(ie), get spit in snapshots I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is (Ill Bill) If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic My shit's hot like the rock fiend drop in a pipe These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch periods I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience A porno movie with no plot, and I'm the only guy in it Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dye bitches Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania (Chorus) "Wild..." "Like..." "Rock...Rockstars" "Who...Who smash guitars" "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Goretex) Break with me you're out, bangin' with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gunning cats, bitches and pimps Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this? Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris You light in the wrist, Richard Simmons 'fro with a pick Taking my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit (Sabac Red) I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs Who stayed street but got new found love Take a Continental, drive a rental, travel the globe Non Phixion 'till the end, worldwide we rock shows Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" |
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Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year
We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning We indulge irrelevant contradiction Contradiction which steps up growth Live life each day like it could be your last (Verse One) Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap I'm from Brooklyn, word to the Dodgers, Russian massages Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion The rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin Just some habits of highly effective MC's Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the knees But talk's cheap, I'm straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam with God-bodies and crooks But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors Whether, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold (Chorus: *sung*) We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday (Verse Two) It's either me or you in this world cause I be tryin to cope I'm lookin for answers, but still I'm comin up broke They supply the (?) tops, smack, the guns and the coke Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X, one in his throat I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the Pope Reincarnated as a prophet through a symbol of hope I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke Buried my man at 18, the cancer took him in months He died before he lived, but once gone I felt touched My old earth followed in '91, 6 months apart Project stress, blackouts, and walks in the park People change, cause when I look back I feel strange Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret Whether, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold (Chorus) {*singer ad libs to fade*} |
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(Ill Bill)
Had the time of his life a capitalist with a communist wife Started to fight and did to cats what God did to Christ Hardly the type to give garbage advice He was larger than life He'd penetrate the roof of your car with a spike Trained by an insane ex marine CIA trained a renegade assassin android Passport pilot to black helicopter choppers over Bosnia Sniffing so much coke nose is fucked up and bled alot For all ya'll bystandersin baggedy- ass jeans to hide ya banga-bangas Thugged the fuck out hang with bash in ya face gat gangsta's The governments these other kids it's like a drug abyss That sucked a hundred dicks its yo party the crowd great Plus the hooker lies great sniff another line to get ya mind straight Pull out the nine and start shooting people Money ain't the root of evil it be much more than that America taught me how to kidnap and torture cats Chorus: repeat 2X Exit the stargate initial perception quickens my heart rate This dark place planet Earth orbits one star Come from afar far away state of mind Open up your 3rd eye Black Helicopters in the sky (Goretex) I need G's so I can jet easier My crib's tapped I suspect Ether Thats why I'm out of touch with the media Undercovers like Pete Seiger I couldn't tell neither Watchin the projects with a van of speakers Peepin how my kids rest bangin my wiz for hours Surveillance tape pissing in King's Plaza - even got us after hours Drug party's golden showers on the poor shiksa Work for the FBI so anytime I might whisper My scary team be like barely clean rockin Israeli jeans Thats why I mostly heard and rarely seen Realization soaked in urgency Can't escape history's pen I be the worst of me (*echoes*) Chorus 2X (Sabac) This cop bring the city hoppin like a rocka with binoculars Took me and these 2 Rastas and a mobster cat for hostage Said that we were imposters He's an impatient government agent From the United Nations and said we had the proper information About the aliens vegetarians devils and aryans These are civilized Barbarians we'll fuckin bury them One Rasta said "ya pussy blood clot" and got shot I'm like fuck this I'm blowin up spots this shit is hot We know about the plan to fill the projects with contraband Drop bombs on Brazil so you can kill and conquer land You drug trafficking your new creation for disease To control the population in the States and overseas To put poison in the weed and the milk we feed our seeds You looked shocked that Sabac could know the plots to all of these Took his glock lift a shot when the bastard wasn't lookin Threw him out then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn Chorus 2X |
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(Verse One)
The cult leader, the war-monger, armed with four high-powered firearm barometers; I visited Andromeda The human cloner, the donate to my fam organ donor The morbid odor of corpses lowered, the coroner The cult leader, result needer, the skull and bones bleeder The chrome heater, the soul eater, the tome reader The cloak and dagger magnum packer; convert star systems to active vacuum The illest shit since Manson had goons The great communicator; alien tomb raider Consume data - cut from the same cloth that produced Vader The cult leader, the ultimate fighting champion The benificient, the lamb, the messiah, the religion There's a thousand faces, more than the cross and the Star of David I'm the combination of God and Satan The humble shepherd, the son of lepers, the stuff of legends The cult leader, I've indulged in the most disgusting of pleasures Likeable and charismatic; my smilin face has been enough to make a mother leave her children in a violent place I turn knees to noodles; I make my female followers want me until they pussy's drippin like fruit juice The pervert, the pathological, the prophet I'm the second coming, the Anti-Christ, the final conflict Who got nuclear weapons and a suicidal doctrine? The cult leader, and I'll never stop until I got you locked in (Chorus) Cult leader! "And everywhere, his words are greated with enthusiasm." Cult leader! "His listeners have found a personal revelation in what he has to say." Cult leader! "You will obey your instincts, and try to dominate others." I'm the motherfuckin cult leader! "Such power transforms, elevates; even purifies.." (Verse Two) The life taker, followers fly planes into skyscrapers Send you a disease through the mail wrapped inside paper The gospel preacher, the hostile teacher The face of God with an impostor's features This is the prophecy - the cult leader The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops I program people to kill The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul Open up your eyes to the lies he told The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever (Chorus) Cult leader! "The leader - a champion of the underdog." Cult leader! "He tried to show the path of truth, to amaze all mankind." Cult leader! "Scorned.. ridiculed.. and condemned.." I'm the motherfuckin cult leader! "Words are inadequate.. .. to convey the majesty, of the" - Cult leader! (*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*) I'm the cult leader! (*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*) Cult leader! (*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*) I'm the motherfuckin cult leader! (*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*) |
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It's the N-O-N, P, H, I, X, I-O-N (x4) (Ill Bill) What does that spell? It spell Non Phixion my friend The Future Is Now, nuclear shower y'all powerball I devour all, buildings collapse, towers fall Killers with gats, millions of carnivores start the war I shoot rocket launchers riding on dinosaurs Flying saucers meet the Bible's author Reveal alien tribal culture Who the sign of DNA structure Genetic functions will me made into that of which was God's construction? Now bust the combustion Big Bang Gangbangers that spit slang Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools Jesus knew, he was thugged out too A bugged out dude, a loose cannon In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions I spit like Muhammed and Moses Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy prognosis It's Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis (Chorus x4) (Goretex) What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend A brave new world, the slave for more gods to men Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it's part of the end The way I spit pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving again Our marketing plan's guarantee I'll be parking a Benz My words are like carcinogens, we be starting the trends I sharpen the edge with sixteen bars to defend The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is HaShem Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians with Tims Smart as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the positive grin Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo with the car bomb I don't exist, close the garage and leave the car on Amen, suicide watch and state pen Street trilogy, one love I'll see you again (Chorus x4) (Sabac Red) What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend These predicaments got me thinking, spitting again Living a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths Been on house arrest Lost control, tortured soul depressed Watch how foul it gets Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, it's overdose Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a comatose Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the physical Burning skin, return again, redeem the breath of miracles You're born suspects, we love porn sex The drug Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets Like a gangsta, our music stimulates your brain Make you wanna bang something start to create change I'm hard to breathe, just before the gods and the thieves If we want peace then why is it so hard to achieve? I believe in us, when you faggots sleep on the gods Uncle Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds (Chorus x4) |
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We are, the motherfucking future
(Ill Bill) Aiyo we murderous, I be holding more heat than thermoses You get your loot housed, then get into shootouts, with secret servicemen It's Ill Bill, Non Phixion We pop biscuits at these poppy sissies claiming hip hop You get your mop twisted Break-dance, break every bone in your body Bury you alive and dance on your grave like Rocksteady A lot of rappers be pussy like Tom Petty I told you "The Future is Now" dummy Is y'all ready? Spoke to the ghost of Christ, the poltergeist Designed a prototype mind control device Told the price to everybody Then sold it to Bill Gates for 8 billion I bought the Empire State Building and gave it to the children Hold the 9 milli toast really close to villain Smoked it with the fresh philly snow blind in the snow blizzard Legend has it that before war I worship Satan Drink human blood and have orgies amongst masons Catching brain from the President's wife, the Illuminati can suck my dick So I can bust my shit Hits from the bong with Tom Brokaw Twist my dust up in Bible pages and smoke folklore Like a coke straw in a drug clinic I'm inappropriate My people stay blunted out like Soviets Blow up the rig with an exploding Motorola flip Leave you soaking wet Like a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet Spit the coldest shit at chicks, to make they nipples pop out Flip the coke shit for bricks, when the single hops out Luxury whips, equipped for rap stars and drop outs Ghetto celebrities, Double D bitches and knock-outs Never leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats With a free soda, medicated twice we ogre Double dip blunts, we Non Phixion, game over My man's solo shit on cable got the game sober How I became a soldier, paperbacks, top seller My life story: how I went from mail fraud to porn seller Y'all know Gore, nice with the words since ‘84 Rifles galore, satellites attached to the floor Munching on veal parm' like human arm Up at your record label, real bomb, smacking VP's with real charm I'm a nice cat, till the Paxil runs out, and guys dumb out Ice picks, ecstasy rings get run out Selling rap tapes like cancer rappers I'm by your crib with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows Produce pharaohs attack you with chrome, shatter your bones The world's fucked, call Jackie Stallone, her wire's tapped as well as my own I lace the President with C-4, under his bed Them Feds never found the books, freebase, or hollowheads I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon blast award And cash hording; launder money for rainy day sessions Expose your weapons, lessons value life like some game of Battleship Connect 4 Gat equipped, t-t-t-tatter shit adequate aim, we came in to shatter the game I'm mad at your gain; imagine the pain, when I splatter your brain Conscious lyrics cancel out demons, monsters, and spirits Marsha dearest, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest Visionaries, Sabac Red's a missionary My vision varies align with the minds of kings in theory Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard Explicit when I kick it I only talk it ‘cause I live it Brooklyn done did it, money fast life, my cash right Blast mics, I been tore the fuck up since last night It's clear, everywhere is war, the streets scarred me The god be singing freedom songs like Bob Marley Watch me, on the trains, yelling street news, selling street blues Built with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews Positive cats, I build with cats who want to shoot you No competition, Non Phixion, welcome to the future (Scratched) We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future |
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