We Are the Future

Lyrics

[Intro] We are the motherfucking future Future! [Verse 1: ILL BILL] Ayo we murderous, I be holding more heat than thermoses You get your loot housed and 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 Breakdance, 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 eight 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, Snowblind in the snow blizzard Legend has it that before the war I worshipped 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 blooded out like Soviets Blow up the rig with an exploding Motorola flip Leave you soaking wet Like a hot tub, pussy, coke and Moet [Verse 2: Goretex] 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 dropouts Ghetto celebrities, Double-D bitches and knockouts Never leave the hood cats, $2 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 gats dumb out Ice picks, ecstasy rings get run out Selling rap tapes like cancer raffles I'll buy a 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 hollow heads [Verse 3: Sabac] I'm on a five-day fast, Flash Gordon, blast awarding And cash hoarding, launder money for rainy day sessions Expose your weapons, lessons value life like some game of Battleship Connect 4, gat equipped, 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 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, they 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 ya No competition, Non Phixion, welcome to the future [Outro] We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future