(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'



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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



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(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



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