Bladerunners (Company Flow Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Bigg Jus] And it's on like that, yo And it's on like that The inhuman on the track Bigg Jus, El-P, check it... M-A-D The mad sounds, it's maddening in here Cedar-like, smelling is extra hype My boombox... yo, check it out – check... [Verse 1: Bigg Jus] Yo, Mike L-A-D-D, Bigg Jus and E-L-dash-P, 2012 A.D Motherfuckin' dead machines Bounty hunter gunner, a Blade Runner 30 odd medulla tooley, smoke the dust, freak-proof Mind matter fusin' with the bug protruding I saw this mixed delicacy weaving across the room full of imposters Full lips with the thickness of a Loud artist roster I was like "yo, I'm Bigg Jus, I'm unpredictable with nitro proofs Bе swimmin' in glycerin and iodine, ignitin' loops Saw you across the room strokin that silky pussy Yo, what kind of cat is that, a light grеy-eyed Persian?" Stuck her tongue in the air, she giggled We was in the M-5 swervin', shit talkin ideology She like starin' me up and down pathologically, I'm thinkin gynecology Sayin her name was Ambrosia Anise, "but call me Annie, please" "I like that old Foxy Brown song, keep y'all niggas livin' on ya knees Actually I got a MD in statistics from MIT Place any square root in front of my optical, I can break that shit down to the smallest possible atom Smashin' it Plus got a fellowship grant in Synthetic Dynamics Programming Nexus 6 brain fluid food Fourteen different reaction postures with like all types of moods Two thousand and one test functions ensure the titties swing properly Disease resistant circuitry Plus suckin' dicks sloppily" I pulled out the non-directional wave transmitter vagina finder Then hit it 'til the brain box burst with orgasmic seismic The bitch backflipped and yoked me up in a Heimlich Turned to me expressionless with a dead look in her eyes Reached inside her body cavity, pulled out the magnesium nine Then dialed the 481 center for Armageddon Not knowin' Bigg Jus impervious to shell wettin' Crabs! [Hook: El-P, (Mike Ladd)] C...sick-sick-sicka-C.I.B.... (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') Blade Runner (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') Inhumans... (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') Body exhumin'... (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') Pile up on 'em (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') C-C-C-C.I.B. (C.I.B., Blade Runner stee') Flip, flip... Blade... yo yo yo... [Verse 2: El-P] Yo – my dwellin' function's dual functional purpose Serves less under the surface I roam with a worthless herd and blend in A veteran with one definite endin' Swift and alert, call me Nexus My three member team attempted time-mendin' My cellulite is flesh, like your family at best Broken down with an advanced combination of what man made and what man is But why I wasn't told in advance what the plan is got me frantic I can't handle this shit Blade Runner steelo means death Violently dance, but shit on me, baby, I'm a cruel joke Givin' the people life, just to live four years, then get smoked I'm positive I'm worth more than this treatment While the other white meat squeals in secret Your politics come directly from mono television speakers, repeated frequent Amongst the working class, as if original, but quite flaccid You wouldn't recognize my Nexus 6 fonts Detected nonchalant through my lack of pupil response Dirty, desperate, unimpressed, separate, soldier soldered with circuitry Contagion plainly bent to prevent me from gettin' older My tears blend to where the rain went Well played, baby, I'll run a contagion Style gunners flip shit amazin' Till death, call me Deckard I've seen slave ships off the shores of Orion, fire blazin'... [Hook: Mike Ladd] C.I.B., Blade Runner stee'... It's all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies It's... C.I.B., Blade Runner stee' It's all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies [Verse 3: Mike Ladd] Ineffectual elections are infectious in the twilight of megalopolis The populace is gettin' off on this chaos as it is perceived Fifty milion suckers crawl on hands and knees To worship and believe in ATMs and Psychic Friends networks with nets around us As we do Babylon by bus, straight to Rikers Run by guns with cops that used to be Nazi bikers Unemployed writers type up eulogies for freedom fighters gone Republican Who's rubbin' them brain cells? I got... Gridlocked in my city block, AKA cell block Shell-shocked, got it locked from Atlanta to Woodstock Boston to Washington, New York's just downtown Mega City One Guns out like jewelry, Dick, Harry, and Tom foolery I soothe me with over-information, one editor's loopy loops Through my brain cells like hula hoops And I said – "Must stay awake, can't sleep in, hype and glamour" We live in the after-future, and that takes mad stamina 'Cause we be blazin' through stars like Star Blazers, shot lasers and Luke Skywalkers It's a street walker in a kung fu suit So let me be more like Sebastian And have a passion for chess Kick a pawn to King for no more than happiness We be treated like replicants, AKA refugees Despised and lied to by Peter Jennings and Jack Cafferty's So bust a cap with me, before they raffle me off at the Police State Fair Everybody plays Pierre, singin' "I don't care" All this glitter and glitz, blinding me with over-information We live in cities that look like vacant space stations Suckers seek economic sesseation like high-tech Libertarianism We're living in inappropriately overly-informed virtual anarchy as actual fascism It's time for ancient wisdom To resurrect through dust and rubble Fuck Barney and bourgeois bubbles [Outro: scratches] "Like, Blade Runner..." "Die, muthafucka, die...!" "Die, muthafucka, die...!"