| Song | Bladerunners |
| Artist | Mike Ladd |
| Album | Welcome to the Afterfuture |
| 作词 : Ingleton, Ladd, Meline, Smythe | |
| (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 niggaz 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] |
| zuò cí : Ingleton, Ladd, Meline, Smythe | |
| 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, ElP, check it here' s what I want you to do | |
| Yo Mike LADD | |
| Bigg Jus and ELdashP | |
| 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 niggaz 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 | |
| ElP | |
| 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 |