歌词:
(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)
