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mike ladd - bladerunners (company flow mix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: bigg jus]
and it’s on like that, yo
and it’s on like that
the inhuman on the track
bigg jus, el_p, check it… m_a_d
the mad sounds, it’s maddening in here
cedar_like, smelling is extra hype
my boombox… yo, check it out – check…

[verse 1: bigg jus]
yo, mike l_a_d_d, bigg jus and e_l_dash_p, 2012 a.d
motherf_ckin’ dead machines
bounty hunter gunner, a blade runner
30 odd medulla tooley, smoke the dust, freak_proof
mind matter fusin’ with the bug protruding
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
bе swimmin’ in glycerin and iodine, ignitin’ loops
saw you across the room strokin that silky p_ssy
yo, what kind of cat is that, a light grеy_eyed persian?”
stuck her tongue in the air, she giggled
we was in the m_5 swervin’, sh_t talkin ideology
she like starin’ me up and down pathologically, i’m thinkin gynecology
sayin her name was ambrosia anise, “but call me annie, please”
“i like that old foxy brown song, keep y’all n_ggas 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_t down to the smallest possible atom
smashin’ it
plus got a fellowship grant in synthetic dynamics
programming nexus 6 brain fluid food
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 suckin’ d_cks sloppily”
i pulled out the non_directional wave transmitter v_g_n_ finder
then hit it ’til the brain box burst with _rg_smic seismic
the b_tch 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
not knowin’ bigg jus impervious to sh_ll wettin’
crabs!
[hook: el_p, (mike ladd)]
c…sick_sick_sicka_c.i.b…. (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
blade runner (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
inhumans… (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
body exhumin’… (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
pile up on ’em (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
c_c_c_c.i.b. (c.i.b., blade runner stee’)
flip, flip… blade… yo yo yo…

[verse 2: el_p]
yo – my dwellin’ function’s dual functional purpose
serves less under the surface
i roam with a worthless herd and blend in
a veteran with one definite endin’
swift and 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 what the plan is got me frantic
i can’t handle this sh_t
blade runner steelo means death
violently dance, but sh_t 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
while the other white meat squeals in secret
your politics come directly from mono television speakers, repeated frequent
amongst the working class, as if original, but quite flaccid
you wouldn’t recognize 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 played, baby, i’ll run a contagion
style gunners flip sh_t amazin’
till death, call me deckard
i’ve seen slave ships off the shores of orion, fire blazin’…
[hook: mike ladd]
c.i.b., blade runner stee’…
it’s all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies
it’s… c.i.b., blade runner stee’
it’s all of us, you and me, stuck in monopolies

[verse 3: mike ladd]
ineffectual elections are infectious in the twilight of megalopolis
the populace is gettin’ off on this chaos as it is perceived
fifty milion suckers crawl on hands and knees
to worship and believe in atms and psychic friends networks with nets around us
as we do babylon by bus, straight to rikers
run by guns with cops that used to be n_z_ bikers
unemployed writers type up eulogies for freedom fighters gone republican
who’s rubbin’ them brain cells? i got…
gridlocked in my city block, aka cell block
sh_ll_shocked, got it locked from atlanta to woodstock
boston to washington, new york’s just downtown mega city one
guns out like jewelry, d_ck, harry, and tom foolery
i soothe me with over_information, one editor’s loopy loops
through my brain cells like hula hoops
and i said –
“must stay awake, can’t sleep in, hype and glamour”
we live in the after_future, and that takes mad stamina
’cause we be blazin’ through stars like star blazers, shot lasers and luke skywalkers
it’s a street walker in a kung fu suit
so let me be more like sebastian
and have a passion for chess
kick a p_wn to king for no more than happiness
we be treated like replicants, aka refugees
despised and lied to by peter jennings and jack cafferty’s
so bust a cap with me, before they raffle me off at the police state fair
everybody plays pierre, singin’ “i don’t care”
all this glitter and glitz, blinding me with over_information
we live in cities that look like vacant sp_ce stations
suckers seek economic sesseation like high_tech libertarianism
we’re living in inappropriately overly_informed virtual anarchy as actual fascism
it’s time for ancient wisdom
to resurrect through dust and rubble
f_ck barney and bourgeois bubbles
[outro: scratches]
“like, blade runner…”
“die, m_th_f_cka, die…!”
“die, m_th_f_cka, die…!”

- mike ladd

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