They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones
Conquerors, presidents, death, artificial intelligence
Frozen organs, post mortem,
Alien Malachi York
And
Five Percenters, twelve tribes forever
Get your mind together
Who decides truth? Guys in ties and suits?
Violent cooks from private schools?
Peep how rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords
Pay for groceries with the DNA codes in your vocal cords
The order of the world has already been bought
Robocops is programmed to kill and ready for war
Drink your cocaine cause drugs is legal
Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' fuck the people
Even a priest can fall in love with evil
If a bitch that's suckin his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen
Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachieving
Yo we sniff blow or blow up precincts
[Hook: Ill Bill & Goretex]
Welcome to Futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamen
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'
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[Verse 2: Goretex]
The noose is tightening, the news is sightings, the truth's frightening
Kabbalah studies
in 51 produced by
the titans
Follow the sergeant, the one handling largest events
Made the top of department fire bombing projects and tents
Video farewell's off to majesty, it's all for salary
I never hold a grudge, takin' judges to
Applebee's
My teams fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks
On the run for war games, bugs, and funnelling cash
I'll rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash
Beneath the remains of human ash, the gun in the bag
Gangsta, cherry Ketamine, the medicine, Pirelli spin, the new order
(Speakin' through television likeBenny Hinn)
We rock blades and pop collars like hockey rings
'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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
At the fight club, fists, knives, and guns
Tribes of C.H.U.D: Cannibalistic 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 implantable chips by remote control
I told you all what to expect
Fuck love and respect
When you're on your knees with a gun to your head
See
Masonic temples, lies, truth, god, devils, science, proof
Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot
I recruit the true mystics
I turn goons futuristic
We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits
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