There Is No Future

Non Phixion

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    How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
    Prostitutes & Guns
    I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
    By my side when I ride in LA
    We party with the stars & the starfuckers
    And everybody love us
    Yeah I do cocaine yeah I love to drink
    Love to get my dick sucked in these drugs to think
    It's sick
    And snorting school bucks
    Jews, Muslims, Christians
    What the fuck's the difference?
    We all want money, drugs & bitches
    Anybody that doesn't rubs me suspicious
    I don't trust none of y'all
    I don't trust religion
    I don't trust the police or the justice system
    Peace to whoever's a hustler locked up in prison
    See you when you get home
    We gonna puff the ism
    The future is right now
    Y'all motherfuckers listen

    [Chorus: repeat 5X]

    There is no future, the future is now
    It's non?phixion; we're coming at you like pow

    [Necro]

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    Your future is morbidity
    Like Martha Stewart's fluids
    The new shit I kick is putrid
    Like Bea Arthur's pubics
    Jump off the roof and dive headfirst into the concrete
    Till the meat splits and blood red squirts
    There's no brawling with the strategy of energy
    Your cavity splatered your falling
    Now gravity's your enemy
    Shooting a bullet through your head
    Is all it takes to make you dead?
    Put a gat to your head
    Only thing left to do is pull it
    Simple like pressin record
    I'm the remoter erasing your life
    Elimination, the message is stored
    I got a fascination for assasination
    Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered is Jackie on acid spacedom
    When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy
    Or some more to ya or dasity or an orgasm
    From dying on crosses to spying more ships
    The future is present, peasant
    Wake up or stay lying with corpses

    [Chorus]

    [Goretex]

    Alien vihab, the L vine hover the drug backet
    Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrics
    Digital dick, out for cheddar bled on the mattress
    Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pat about it
    A planet that turns actors to crack faggots
    We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black Sabbath
    Playing it off, stinking like I'm bathing a corpse
    Getting frisked by pigs in my Porsche like I'm David Lee Roth
    It's the new mutants, torched your school like I see students
    Metal detectors & dogs putting frost on intruders
    I'm flashing my teeth, legal now for stashing your E
    My cyborgs ill, this bad bitch with ass that speaks
    Put it down with Charlie to eat, God part of my speech
    Godfather, dust blunts, the Judge Dredd of the streets
    The Wizard of Goth, forensic, a legend that speaks
    Sporting nipples like symbols till heaven repeats

    [Chorus]

    [Sabac Red]

    I'm not just a rapper, I'm an artist, I pound the hardest
    Bars tha shot the globe to make the dope sound retarded
    The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits
    Non phixion's back bitch, roll out the red carpet
    I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens
    A lost presence got me corrupt in hard sessions
    Like deaths in the family, my method's insanity
    A mixed consienceness with a twist of profanity
    We plan to be some of the sickest riches in the business
    We mean business from the start to the finish
    This is for the presidents, drug dealers, scholars & authors
    Warriors, terrorists, confessors & college & lawyers
    Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers
    Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters
    There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug shit
    You're loving on your enemy, pull your gat and bust it

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