Company Flow - Bladerunners lyrics

[Intro/Spoken] I've wanted to f** 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 It's not even worth it anymore [Bigg Jus - *scratched*] Inhuman [Bigg Jus] And it's on like that {*repeat 3X*} 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 Motherf**in d**h machines Bounty hunter gunner with blade runner Thirty-aught medula toolie Smoke the dust free proof My mad is fusion with the blood protrudin' I saw this mixed delicacy weaving across the room full of imposters Full lips with the thickness of a Loud artist roster I was like yo I'm Bigg Jus I'm unpredictable with nitro proofs Be swimmin' in glycerin and iodine ignitin' loops Saw you across the room strokin that silky p**y 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 sh** talkin ideaology She like starin me up and down pathologically I'm thinkin gynaecology Sayin her name was Ambrosia Anise but call me Annie, please I like that old Foxy Brown song Keep y'all n***as livin' on ya knees Actually I got a MD in statistics from MIT Place any square root in front of my optical I can break that sh** down to the smallest possible atom Smashin' it Plus got a fellowship grant in synthetic dynamics Programming Nexus 6 brain fluid fools Fourteen different reaction postures with like all types of moods Two thousand and one test functions ensure the titties swing properly Disease resistant circuitry Plus s**in' dicks sloppily I pulled out the non-directional wave transmitter vagina finder Then headed to the brain box burst with orgasmic seismic The b**h backflipped and yoked 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 dialed the 481 center for Armageddon I know Bigg Jus impervious, shell wettin' [Mike Ladd] CEB, Blade Runner stee', it's all of us, you and me Stuck in monopolies {*repeat 4X*} [El-P] Yo yo yo yo My dwellin' functions dual functional purpose It's less than on the surface I roam with a worthless herd and blend in A veteran with one definite endin' Swift at alert, call me Nexus My three member team attempted 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 why I wasn't told in advance but the plan is got me frantic I can't handle this sh** Blade Runner steelo means d**h Why don't we dance but sh** on me baby I'm a cruel joke Givin' the people life just to live four years then get smoked I'm positive I'm worth more than this treatment But the other white meat squeals in secret Your politics come directly from mono television speakers Repeated frequent Amongst the working cla** acted original but quite flaccid You wouldn't recognise my Nexus 6 fonts Detected nonchalant through my lack of pupil response Dirty, desperate, unimpressed, separate, soldier soldered with circuitry Contagion plainly bent to prevent me from gettin' older My tears blend to where the rain went Well blade baby, I'll run a contagion Style gunners flip sh** amazin' Till d**h 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) Ineffectual elections are infectious in the twilight of megalopolis The populace is gettin' off on this chaos As it is perceived Fifty milion s**ers 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 Unemployed 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 j**elry 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 after-future, and that takes mad stamina We be blazin' through stars like star blazin' shout lasers And Luke Skywalker's a street walker in a kung fu suit So let me be more like Sebastian Have a pa**ion 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 Jack Cafferty 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 {*repeat 4X*}