Ill Bill - We are the Future lyrics

We are, the motherf**ing 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 pop musicians 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 p**y 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 s** my dick So I can bust my sh** 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, p**y, coke, and Moet [Goretex] Spit the coldest sh** at chicks, to make they nipples pop out Flip the coke sh** for bricks, when the single hops out Luxury whips, equipped for rap stars and drop outs Ghetto celebrities, Double D b**hes 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 sh** on cable got the game sober How I became a soldier, paperbacks, top seller My life story: how I went from mail fraud to p**n 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 f**ed, 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 [Sabac Red] 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 sh** 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 Martial theorist, 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 f** 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, m**ms 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