Bladerunners (feat. Company Flow)

(feat. Company Flow) [Intro] I've wanted to fuck you since we were, like, twelve An' I didn't know what to do How was I supposed to tell them I was sleepin with ya mom who was in tears For, like, the past three years Isn't that (?) anymore? [Bigg Jus: scratched] Inhuman [Bigg Jus] And it's on like that [x3] We inhuman on the track Bigg Jus, El-P, check it (here's what I want you to do) Yo Mike L-A-D-D Bigg Jus and E-L-dash-P Two thousand and twelve AD Motherfuckin dead machines Bounty hunter gunner with blade runner Thirty eye medula toolie Smoke the dust free proof My mad is fusion with the blood protrudin I saw this mix delicacy weavin across the room full of imposters Full lips with the thickness of a loud Irish rasta I was like yo I'm Bigg Jus I'm unpredictable with nitro proofs Be swimmin in glycerin and iodine ignitin moves Saw you across the room strokin that silky pussy Yo what kind of cat is that a light grey eyed Persian? Stuck her tongue in the air she giggled We was in the M5 swervin Shit talkin ideaology She like starin me up and down pathologically I'm thinkin gynaecology Sayin her name was (?) but call me if you please I like that old Foxy Brown song Keep y'all niggas livin on ya knees Actually I got a MD her statistics are 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 Programmin Nexus 6 brain fluid fools 14 different reaction postures with like all types of moods 2001 test functions ensure the titties swing properly Disease resistant circuitry Plus suckin dicks sloppily I pulled out the nine directional wave transmitter vagina finder Then hit it to the brain box burst with orgasmic seismic The bitch backflipped and yolked 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 dialled the forty one sendin for Armageddon I know Bigg Jus impervious but the shell went in... [Mike Ladd] CEB, Blade Runner stee', it's all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies [x4] [El-P] Yo yo yo yo My dwellin functions dual functional purpose It's lessen on the surface I roam with a worthless earnin blendin A veteran with one death in the endin Swift on a lurk call me Nexus My three momma team attempt at 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 while I wasn't told in advance but the plan has got me frantic I can't handle this shit Blade runner stilo means death Why don't we dance but shit on me baby I'ma cool Joe Givin the people life cos they live four years then get smoked I'm positive I'm worth more than this treatment But the other right me squeals in secret Your politics come directly from mono television speakers impeded frequent Amongst the working class acted original but quite flaccid You wouldn't recognise my Nexus 6 Fonz Detected nonchalant through my lack of pupil response Dirty, desperate, unimpressed, separate, soldier sodom with circuitry Contagion playin me bent to prevent me from gettin older My tears blend to where the rain went Well blade baby, outrun a contagion Style gunners flip shit amazin Till death call me Deckard I've seen slave ships off the shores of Orion fire blazin... [Mike Ladd] CEB, Blade Runner stee', it's all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies [x4] My ineffectual elections are infectious in the twilight of megalopolis Hip hop is Gettin off on this Chaos As it is perceived Fifty milion suckers crawl on hands and knees To worship and believe At ATMs and psychic friends networks But that surround us As we do Babylon by bus Straight to Rikers Run by guns with cops that used to be Nazi bikers Umemployed writers type up eulogies for freedom fighters Gone Republican Who's rubbin them brain cells I gots Gridlocked in my city block AKA cell block Shellshocked Got a lot from Atlanta to Woodstock, Boston to Washington New York's just downtown mega city one Guns are like jewellery I'm carryin tomfoolery I'm soothin me with over information And loopety loops pump through my veins like Thorazine in hula hoops Must stay awake, can't sleep in hype and glamour We live in the afterfuture, and that takes mad stamina We be blazin through stars like star blazin shout lasers And Luke Skywalker touches a street walker in a kung fu suit So let me be more like Sebastian Have a passion for chess Kick a pawn to King Four No more than happiness We be treated like replicants AKA refugees Despised and lied to by Peter Jennings and jacked cavities So bust a cap with me Before they raffle me off at the police state fair Everybody plays Pierre Singin "I don't care" CEB, Blade Runner stee', it's all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies [x4]