And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening
Very special, please welcome to the stage
Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn, bullshit
I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick
Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
Light up the room, African boom, spark it and zoom
Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J Fox
I deliver aids infected acupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
Wrap her in [unverified] with blood red to crip blue
My shit's to colorful
Running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my uncle Freebase
Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
The way it make me see things
Old school dice spot bills and sheep skins as I write
Yes, I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
Thinking where I'm going be in 2007
Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
I be chillin' on the beach in the South of Venice
Or merking the President live on Channel 7
Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's
Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's
I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims
Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
Who'll be, in a black drop with his hat cocked that can't block
Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is
If I say, rock star, I'm talking about rocking the mic
My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
A porno movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime, bitches
Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania
Wild like rock, rock stars, who, who smash guitars
Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's
Break Mumia out, bang you with shells and heaters out
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
Taking my record label hostage if they stompin' my shit
I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
Now it's strictly VIP, free drinks and drugs
Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs
Be them underground thugs
Stay street but got new found love
Take a Continental, driver rental, travel the globe
Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
Hold your drink up and make a toast to how the gods get
Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
Non-Phixion, unadulterated, emcee's
Coming through rocking
Wild like rock stars, who smash guitars
(Inspectah Deck)
We are - the motherfuckin' future ... future!
[Ill Bill]
Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more heat than Thermoses,
You get your loot house takin' at the shoot out,
With secret servicemen, it's Ill Bill Non Phixion!
We pop biscuits at these pop musicians -
Claimin' hip-hop, you get your mop twisted!
Breakdance, break every bone in your body!
Bury you alive, and dance on your grave like Rock Steady!
A lotta rappers bein' pussy like Tom Petty!
I told you 'The Future Is Now', tell me if y'all ready!
Spoke to the Ghost of Christ, the poltergeist,
Design a prototype mind control device - overpriced to anybody!
Then sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion,
I bought the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children!
Hold the nine milli, toast really close to villain,
Smoked up with the fresh philly, stone blind, in the snow blizzard,
Legend has it that before war I worshipped Satan,
Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons,
Catchin' brain from the president's wife,
The Illuminati can suck my dick - so I could bust my shit,
Hits from the bong with Tom Brokaw,
Twist my dust up with Bible pages and smoke folklore,
Like a coke straw in a drug clinic, I'm inapropriate,
My people stay blooded out - like Soviets!
Blow off the rim with an exploda-motorola flip,
Leave you soakin' wet, like a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet!
[Sabac Red]
I spit the cold shit at chicks to make they nipples pop out!
Flip the coke shit for bricks when the single hops out!
Luxury whips, equipped for rap stars and drop-outs,
Ghetto celebrities, double D bitches are knockouts!
Never leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats,
With a free soda, medicated twice we ogre!
Double dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over,
My man solo shit on cable got the game sober,
How I Became a Soldier: paperback's top seller,
My life story, how I went mail fraud to porn seller!
[Goretex]
Y'all know Gore, nice with the words since eighty-four!
Rifles galore - satellites attached to the floor!
Muchin' on veal parm' like human arm, up at your record label,
Real bomb, smackin' VP's with real charm!
I'm a nice cat 'till the Paxil runs out, and gats dumb out,
Ice picks, ecstacy rings get run out!
Sellin' rap tapes like cancer apples,
I buy a crib with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows,
Produce pharoahs, attack you with chrome,
Shatter your bones, the world's fucked,
Call Jackie Stalone, her wire's tapped as well as my own,
I lace the president with C4, under his bed,
Them feds never found the books, Freebase are hollow heads.
[Ill Bill]
I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon blast award,
And cash hoardin', launder money for rainy day sessions,
Expose your weapons - lessons value life some game of Battle Ship,
Connect Four, Gat equipped t-t-t-tatta shit, adequate aim,
We came in and shattered the game, I'm at it to gain,
Imagine the pain, when I splatter your brain!
Conscious lyrics cancelled out demons, monsters, and spirits,
Martial theorists, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest,
Visonaries, Sabac Red's a missionary,
My vision's varies, aligned with the minds of kings of theory,
Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard, explicit,
When I kick it, I only talk it 'cause I live it,
Brooklyn done did it, money fast life, my cash fight, blast mics,
I've been torn the fuck up since last night,
It's clear, everywhere is war! The streets guard me,
The Godly, singin' freedom songs like Bob Marley,
Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' street blues,
Build with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews!
Positive cats, I build with cats who wanna shoot ya,
No competition, Non Phixion, Welcome to the Future!
[Ill Bill]
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 and need drugs to think
It's sick
exploding school buses
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 erez the 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]
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 knee 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
on the remote erasing your life
Elimination, the message is stored
I got a fascination for assasination
Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered as Jackie O Nassis faced him
When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy
awesome audio, audacity or an orgasm
From dying on crosses to spying war ships
The future is present, peasant
Wake up or stay lying with corpses
[Chorus]
[Goretex]
Alien rehab, with L. Ron Hubbard the drug backet
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrick
Digital dick, out for cheddar bled on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pout 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 pardon my speech
Godfather, dust blunts, the Judge Dredd of the streets
The Wizard of Gore, 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 through rough times and 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, professors in 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
[Ill Bill]
Non-Phixion be the real hip hop
We make you wanna kill cops
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats
You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot Reagan with the help of the secret service
Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the muder scene blameless, drug entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the same picture
We made a biscuit do the talk and it became richer
Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid cats
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back and made a platinum album
The path that travels like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA camera angles
They got a file on every rap group
They killed the last man that had proof
They after me for information that I have too
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move
[Sabac Red]
Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learn
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin
Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin
Military confrontation, safe sex, and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station
Project war, spill the one verse four
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
They bustin out a blunt for this shit
I'm number six on they list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists
5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communist
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch
They after me, what? Let me find out
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnet
The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminents
If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin
I'm hostile for the people, fuck them devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do
They ID me due to my tattoo
[Chorus]
[Goretex]
Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states
A rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates
Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, spit in ya face
Smart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothin to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
Eat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so real
I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you near
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off
Support cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off
Soldiers of merits, inherited for way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my stats
We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, crippling souls
Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
Why spread panic until the sabbath?
(Verse 1)
Suicide bomb, from Al-Qadea to the Koran
Represent your clique and our jihad,
banging from god to enron
Bin Laden is still CIA
John Walker captured in Kandahar, Afghanistan with shit stains on his face
I seen the planes hit the world trade then I seen the world change.
Idealogical earthquake
Explodin' on the same streets where the prophets increase
Walking on water, now I be throwin' rocks at police
(Verse 2)
I'ma ride til the sun and the earth collide
You'll be the first to hide
My words hurt and they burn inside
I'm the terror yo gimme my space
Got the matches and the spray can up in your face,
Like AAAAHHHHHH
Third degree, word to me
Gun under my shirts so you kids can't see
Man swervin', Camoflauge, kid with the turban
Jihad all-star, nice off the bourbon
(Verse 3)
If I gotta go to war, then I'm gonna for delf
Get my joint from the top of the shelf and get prepared
a nigga only got one life but i ain't scared
praying to the lord of the sky to take me there,
I see a lot of bullshit, a lot of fuckin drama
Chop a niggas head off, don't let me get Osama
Suicide bomba, I'll go with those, fucked up clothes, the mother fuckin life i chose.
(verse 4)
Niggas say I'm crazy cause i travel by airplane,
ever since 9/11 shit fuckin changed
nothin's the same
the sky is red
my eyes is red
but i'm still here
First we lost Pun, then we lost Aaliyah, then the terror came, made the twin towers disappear.
Flip to CNN, sit down and analyze it,
it's like i look at the city and i don't recognize it
Keep your head up if you lost a loved one
Big psyche, from the streets i spit for my thug one
(Verse 4)
Moo,
Now look up at the problems we facin,
starvation, paying for your edu-ma-cation
Now I gotta worry about
Dyin on a plane
Things change for the seasons for too many reasons
A million and one for thievin, breathing and dying to breath
All the greed they supplying
Yeah I see it, but I see it for real
Niggas that squeal, niggas that won't, niggas that deal
(Verse 5)
Kids from that other shit, sitting on 20's, my shit's heavy
Suicide bomb, go off in the bathroom at Denny's
Drug connect, above specs I'll flex at the Emmy's
Stop reppin' your set, knowin' you gettin stressed for pennies
doin a buck twenty, crackin open a barrel of coke,
A billionaire with oil and guns, checked to provoke
I'm on the edge, and these new pills are made by the feds
Another setup, one to your face, wires taped to your head
(Verse 6)
From the alcholics, drug addicts and heroin fiends
since the twins came down i don't remember my dreams
A terrible means, im on the darkness, we pump the hardest
Wars in other lands over who and what your god is.
Regardless of the facts you spit out the tube,
Like the only anthrax we ever knew was the group
Proof is proof bitch I ain't afraid to fly
Streets are war, peace or war I ain't afraid to die
(verse 7)
It's my honor dog,
One time, gotta defend it
Whether your malcom or martin gotta do something to win it
Must do something to win it
So this empire strikes back
Pack that chrome because they send fire right back
Back at home, know where you live and you play at
North south east west, they know where your kids and your lady at
Rephrase that, how you live in the days,
Yo.. three-hundred and sixty-five days a year
We preoccupy self to find life's true meaning
We indulge irrelevant contradiction
Contradiction which steps up growth
Live life each day like it could be your last
[Verse One]
Yo.. I'm from a place where some mothers sell they babies for crack
Where young cats buy gats, shoot and never look back
Where the whites live with the whites, and the blacks live with the blacks
But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap
I'm from Brooklyn, word to the Dodgers, Russian massages
Where thugs bust guns, and sons are raised without they fathers
We do away with has-beens, rock the latest fashion
The rule's never rat - what you want to know, or who's askin
Just some habits of highly effective MC's
Y'all is pussy rap, my speech made you weak in the knees
But talk's cheap, I'm straight from the streets
I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE
I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks
I roam with God-bodies and crooks
But when I rest my head at night, I'm just happy that I made it
Cause someone could take your life, be it my friends or my neighbors
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
[Chorus: *sung*]
We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow
We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday
[Verse Two]
It's either me or you in this world cause I be tryin to cope
I'm lookin for answers, but still I'm comin up broke
They supply the (?) tops, smack, the guns and the coke
Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X, one in his throat
I'm an old soul that hold but probably young as the Pope
Reincarnated as a prophet through a symbol of hope
I move through the projects, lights, rhythm and smoke
Idiom quotes, somebody said religion's a joke
Buried my man at 18, the cancer took him in months
He died before he lived, but once gone I felt touched
My old earth followed in '91, 6 months apart
Project stress, blackouts, and walks in the park
People change, cause when I look back I feel strange
Goin through old flicks, our days numbered, turnin the page
I can't go back, we learn to live with hate and respect
A tale from the heart prevail through the pain and regret
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets
Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace
Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold
Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
It's the N-O-N, P, H, I, X, I-O-N [x4]
[Ill Bill]
What does that spell? It spell Non Phixion my friend
The Future Is Now, nuclear shower y'all powerball
I devour all, buildings collapse, towers fall
Killers with gats, millions of carnivores start the war
I shoot rocket launchers riding on dinosaurs
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author
Reveal alien tribal culture
Who the sign of DNA structure
Genetic functions will me made in the labortory in God's construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too
A bugged out dude, a loose cannon
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit like Muhammed and Moses
Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy prognosis
It's Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis
[Chorus x4]
[Goretex]
What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
A brave new world, the slave for more gods to men
Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it's part of the end
The way I spit pain it's hard to pretend, hardly depends
Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving again
Our marketing plan's guarantee I'll be parking a Benz
My words are like carcinogens, we be starting the trends
I sharpen the edge with sixteen bars to defend
The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is HaShem
Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians with Tims
Smart as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds
Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the positive grin
Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo with the car bomb
I don't exist, close the garage and leave the car on
Amen, suicide watch and state pen
Street trilogy, one love I'll see you again
[Chorus x4]
[Sabac Red]
What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend
These predicaments got me thinking, spitting again
Living a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths
Been on house arrest
Lost control, tortured soul depressed
Watch how foul it gets
Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, it's overdose
Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a comatose
Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the physical
Burning skin, return again, redeem the breath of miracles
You're born suspects, we love porn sex
The drug Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets
Like a gangsta, our music stimulates your brain
Make you wanna bang something start to create change
I'm hard to breathe, just before the gods and the thieves
If we want peace then why is it so hard to achieve?
I believe in us, when you faggots sleep on the gods
Uncle Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds
{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*}
[Verse One]
I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, (?) convict
Straight projects, prophets, that's the object
Hunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth out
We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out
No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never broke
Body strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseurs
Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holsters
Lookin like feds in posters, devils and brokers
I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of guns
You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda bugged
the way the world can make a righteous man turn savage
I try to be peaceful but the world prefer madness
And I'm a business man, supply and demand
Make you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands
Most dangerous rap group, any question that I ask you
Thug be the answer to the question that's the truth
[Chorus]
If you got love for your mom - that's Non Phixion
If you got love for your dogs - that's Non Phixion
If you got love for the Gods - that's Non Phixion
What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion
If you got love for your peice - that's Non Phixion
If you got love for your seeds - that's Non Phixion
If you got love for the streets - that's Non Phixion
What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion
[Verse Two]
BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stop
I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete Rock
Gunnin through public housing, some brothers never get out
I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out
We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hip
I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live
And all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridge
We all about food, belly up, two in ya ribs
Ain't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet
It's all love son, prove and let my man speak
Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go
We all famous and we got files, lettin you know
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth is
I think America been tryin to kill me for two years
But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance
Eyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthems
Make the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST
All we got is us, our family's the only one we trust
Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramids
Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin this
I'm like a near death experience
I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us
If we don't kill them, they killin us
And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love
[Chorus]
[Ill Bill]
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones
Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence
Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien ?
Get your vibe together
Who decides truth? guys in ties and suits?
Violent coups from private schools?
We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thoughts like swords
Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your vocal cords
The order of the world has already been bought
Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war
Drink your cocaine 'cause drugs is legal
Androids rule, the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people"
Even a priest can fall in love with evil
If a bitch to suckin' his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semen
Election day, young americans will vote for demons, overachieving
Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces
[Chorus]
Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
[Goretex]
The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening
Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans
Follow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the vents
Made the top of department, fire bomb and projects intent
Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary
Ya never hold a grudge, they can judge us to Applebee's
My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks
On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash
I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash
Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bag?
Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water
(Speakin through television like Benny Hin?)
We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids
'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the caves
To vegetate, claimin credit to detonate
Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms
[Chorus]
[Ill Bill]
At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns
Tribes are ?, cannabalistic humanoid
Underground drugs, rainin' blood
Sorta like slayer did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he is
I made run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explode
With the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect
Fuck love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head
See masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof
Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot
I recruit the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristic
We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits
What is the most important thing in-in Uncle Howie's life?
Drugs... drugs and music
[Hook]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
(Verse One)
Y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms
Fuck carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron
Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First role hospital nurse blow
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs sawed-off shotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced lips
Exotic dancers in love with Bill da fuck you think
Catch me at the barge whipping of the drugs n drink
Bloods n crips coke dealing thugs n pimps
Under the influence of things I bring to drug music
To shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed narcotics
Its dialibolical, your like a crack head prostitute
Without the loot, witness the music thats responsible
[Hook 4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
(Verse Two)
Fighting a war inside my mind, im all lost the more i find
The more I ride toward the skies, open wide rain warm
You get ya brain torn, brain storm till the pain gone
We gon unify the streets against the beast so get your gang on
Hang on for life, o.d, relevant drugs
Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs
Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor
Like dance more me and my man's whore snap y'all like ham haul
Its like a jungle sometimes we life in gangland
Brooklyn, criminals thieves thugs and hoodlums
Cats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug route
Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out
I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace
But got guns for you cats who wanna see a cease beat
I dont breathe right, my life dont seem right
I dont see nights, and wont until my whole family eats right
[Hook 4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it
(Verse Three)
I cop this buick with the seats pulled out in the back ways
I keep an ugly pack a villians like killers and crab gangs
Some are religious fastness, some are hype, some others blastin
Some are dead or in jail fathers or young bastards
I pump the drug music, abuse beats I been through it
S.P's and MPC's, OC's and QP's
Coke rocks to M3's Get jerz to VP's
Work our way up, we dont give a fuck who gets stuck
Getchu ate up, we saw the world layin the cut
I coulda went to college, stay in bed with drug scholars
Prayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n kicks
Exotic chicks...tounge pierced blow with the pussy flicks
Like click click, the papparattzi trippin off six
Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clip
Like I'm in vegas with a trunk a coke
Up in ya projects and ya never know I'm sellin soap
Smellin the dope
Hold the pope in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptop
Jumped in the whip, skidded to the neighbor's crack spot
[Hook 4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
[Verse One]
The cult leader, the war-monger, armed with four high-powered
firearm barometers; I visited Andromeda
The human cloner, the donate to my fam organ donor
The morbid odor of corpses lowered, the coroner
The cult leader, result needer, the skull and bones bleeder
The chrome heater, the soul eater, the tome reader
The cloak and dagger magnum packer;
convert star systems to active vacuum
The illest shit since Manson had goons
The great communicator; alien tomb raider
Consume data - cut from the same cloth that produced Vader
The cult leader, the ultimate fighting champion
The benificient, the lamb, the messiah, the religion
There's a thousand faces, more than the cross and the Star of David
I'm the combination of God and Satan
The humble shepherd, the son of lepers, the stuff of legends
The cult leader, I've indulged in the most disgusting of pleasures
Likeable and charismatic; my smilin face has been
enough to make a mother leave her children in a violent place
I turn knees to noodles; I make my female followers
want me until they pussy's drippin like fruit juice
The pervert, the pathological, the prophet
I'm the second coming, the Anti-Christ, the final conflict
Who got nuclear weapons and a suicidal doctrine?
The cult leader, and I'll never stop until I got you locked in
[Chorus]
Cult leader! "And everywhere, his words are greated with enthusiasm."
Cult leader! "His listeners have found a personal revelation in what he has to say."
Cult leader! "You will obey your instincts, and try to dominate others."
I'm the motherfuckin cult leader! "Such power transforms, elevates; even purifies.."
[Verse Two]
The life taker, followers fly planes into skyscrapers
Send you a disease through the mail wrapped inside paper
The gospel preacher, the hostile teacher
The face of God with an impostor's features
This is the prophecy - the cult leader
The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound
Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles
Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth
The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops
I program people to kill
The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel
It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul
Open up your eyes to the lies he told
The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer
The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here
Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter
Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever
[Chorus]
Cult leader! "The leader - a champion of the underdog."
Cult leader! "He tried to show the path of truth, to amaze all mankind."
Cult leader! "Scorned.. ridiculed.. and condemned.."
I'm the motherfuckin cult leader! "Words are inadequate..
.. to convey the majesty, of the" - Cult leader!
{*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*} I'm the cult leader!
{*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*} Cult leader!
{*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*} I'm the motherfuckin cult leader!
[Ill Bill]
Had the time of his life a capitalist with a communist wife
Started to fight and did to cats what God did to Christ
Hardly the type to give garbage advice
He was larger than life
He'd penetrate the roof of your car with a spike
Trained by an insane ex marine
CIA trained a renegade assassin android
Passport pilot to black helicopter choppers over Bosnia
Sniffing so much coke nose is fucked up and bled alot
For all ya'll bystandersin baggedy- ass jeans to hide ya banga-bangas
Thugged the fuck out hang with bash in ya face gat gangsta's
The governments these other kids it's like a drunken bitch
That sucked a hundred dicks at your party then cried rape
Plus the hooker lies great sniff another line to get ya mind straight
Pull out the nine and start shooting people
Money ain't the root of evil it be much more than that
America taught me how to kidnap and torture cats
Chorus: repeat 2X
Exit the stargate initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black Helicopters in the sky
[Goretex]
I need G's so I can jet easier
My crib's tapped I suspect Ether
Thats why I'm out of touch with the media
Undercovers like Pete Seiger
I couldn't tell neither
Watchin the projects with a van of speakers
Peepin how my kids rest bangin my wiz for hours
Surveillance tape pissing in King's Plaza - even got us after hours
Drug party's golden showers on the poor shiksa
Work for the FBI so anytime I might whisper
My scary team be like barely clean rockin Israeli jeans
Thats why I mostly heard and rarely seen
Realization soaked in urgency
Can't escape history's pen I be the worst of me (*echoes*)
Chorus 2X
[Sabac]
This cop bring the city hoppin like a rocka with binoculars
Took me and these 2 Rastas and a mobster cat for hostage
Said that we were imposters He's an impatient government agent
From the United Nations and said we had the proper information
About the aliens vegetarians devils and aryans
These are civilized Barbarians we'll fuckin bury them
One Rasta said "ya pussy blood clot" and got shot
I'm like fuck this I'm blowin up spots this shit is hot
We know about the plan to fill the projects with contraband
Drop bombs on Brazil so you can kill and conquer land
You drug trafficking your new creation for disease
To control the population in the States and overseas
To put poison in the weed and the milk we feed our seeds
You looked shocked that Sabac could know the plots to all of these
Took his glock licked a shot when the bastard wasn't lookin
Threw him out then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn
[Chorus x 2]
We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe
We all fuck, we all love, we all need
We all pray, we all hope, we all dream
We all live, we all die, we all bleed
[Verse 1: Sabac]
I write twelve bars and incite the minds of twelve gods
Hell’s hard, we live in it, existence is our differences
Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the earth until it finishes
? jails and free prisoners ?
We gotta fight for justice, I does it on some freedom by the thug shit
You love it, know your enemies, pull your gat and bust it
Trust it, I’m tight-minded, sight the blinded
Reminded of times when we was young, toy guns was fun
Things done changed, the game’s real life
Mothers cry, “My baby died last night!” Living dusted, glass pipes
Poverty bothers me, it’s hard to be peaceful
When they got you trapped and won’t release you till there’s true equality
I rhyme disturbed and angry only to offer opportunity
Regardless of conditions I’ve got love for my community
Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails
If you care then I’ll express how it feels
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Hey yo I plan to a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil
To doing really fucked up things to good people
I rob the rich man, try to make the world equal
To buy my moms a crib, dawg, I’m down to hurt people
The dirt we do, guaranteed that I’m going to Hell
Going to war, going to jail, going to die
Bust a slug in the air, drown in my own blood, sweat, and tears
Spirit wishing I busted first but I failed
Fuck that, I’m a survivalist liable to fire full clips
In a matter of seconds, automatic weapons
Splattering atoms in every direction, we wild out
Savages go against the righteous
It’s like the AIDS virus, kill you and there ain’t no cure
It’s like putting out an album but there ain’t no tour
It’s like fiending for some pussy but there ain’t no whore
It’s like you hungry for food but there ain’t no more
It’s like you fucking with me is like going to war
Throw you off the top of a building, you going to fall
It’s like walking through the mall just holding my balls
Everything is everything and the same go for all of y’all
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 3: Goretex]
I ride the path of enlightenment, blast with the hands I fight with
? welfare, fatigues, knives, and ice picks
I know my crib’s bugged, equipped with pipe bombs and drugs planted
My guns jamming, how the fuck you sing about love?
Until my son’s standing grown man I’ll show you it’s bugged
We build pyramids, Aztecs, militant thugs
Perform my ritual official you can tell by the drugs
? diss you cause you can tell by the slugs
I’m like ? new recruits
? millionaire recluse, computer faggots typing their truth
My ? spits rounds, it’s like the moshpits
Pitsol lasers like we all lifers, trife like pork with nightsticks
But I got something better, empty a clip in your blue sweater
Who’s better? Demonstrators aim at the door
Assassinated by the third joint, I capture you all
Your shit is manufactured, it couldn’t finish the war
All the sex thugs, big breast broads with butt plugs
Trippin off drugs, round-the-way chicks fallin in love
I go with street cats who got nuttin to live for
I don't feel y'all, so weak cats, I'ma reveal y'all
Put your grill on the front of Blue Boy and Playgirl
Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys with S-curls
Catch a pearl necklace, cause I'm liable to tear your face off
Your weights in space, bloody your gear, cuttin your waist off
Cause in the end you're finished, demented grimace
I run with midgets, I control physics and raw lyrics
Gary Oldman of rap, ain't no holdin me back
What I pack'll leave your skull cracked, broken like skull snaps
Locked, stock and two smokin barrels
Uncle Howie, 89 point 1, we sun pharoahs
I would rap more but I got a toothache
(chorus 2x)
know your enemy overstand y'all
overstand y'all know your enemy
They got extraterrestrials livin in Arizona
They got food so they-gats a bodegas in Corona
They got media teli-vision locked down too
brother hoodin snakes simplism lower channel two
They got millions of dollers invested in crack
not to mention cigarrets and alcohol on top of which they tax
They got professors teaching only half the story
nineteen-seventy five they created AIDS inside a laboratory
They got me feelin like I'm on parole
They got excuses for the people that they killed
in the land they stole
They got us thinkin we're players but their the pimps
They got my dick inside they mouth and they all fulla shit
They got computer chips filled with secret manuscripts
They got olympic games symbolic for howard's reign
They got my fifteen sisters and brothers different brothers
in Brooklyn and Puerto Rico on a search for one another
They got me thinkin porn from like dusk till dawn
They got my crew spelled out non phi-xi-on
They got mobile phones that we purchase on a rental
so they tap it to our lines and cause tumors on our temples
They got mersionaries crooked crook in submarines
They got us feelin dope is a way to self esteem
They got fucked up leaders actin like disciplinaries
But what they aint got is us hip hop evolutionaries
Crack you like a twig
You're like a faggot rockin' the wig
I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild
Your real mom's a pig
Thats how I classify these dumb crowds
A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat
But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag
You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding
But you the pussy bleeding right now
But no you ain't dreaming
Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke with cats
That think they blunts a seaman
We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening
Oh shit I think your mom's beeping
Word thats her number no doubt
Yo I'ma break out
First I get some chinese take out
And scope jake out
Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me
But I broke out before the story
And those devils never saw me
To my kids sold in sheets
Rap freaks
All you tricks in heat
We'll crack your beef for being sweet
Don't even try to sleep I'm full length
You're a snip of tape
I been in state but you tradin' jakes
While your ass inflates
My dictates what a fag you are
Up and drag stag in zanzibar
Rocking tennis shots
I'm pro what comes sports
Like a benetaur
Fuck a figure 'fore
I lace it with a cleated shirt
Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk
I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work
Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades
Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav
I shed scenes on dark days
Friend of all angels on fatal car chase
Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph
Caught the stench of the rotten projects
Bagger left and I'm out
Non-Phixion be the full monty
Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty
I'm Noam Chomsky, nah
Fucking like Phil Bronski
I'm ill constantly
Kill with the velocity T3
Three years before the movie got out
And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out
To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this
Just like a love boat
Or William S Borroughs' rough coat
Smell the gun smoke
You get thug broke
Like uncut coke
With no client to sell it to
Internal Revenue
There's many levels to the train of thought
We taking over airports
Get slain for sport
Probably share recourse like Puffy
[Verse One]
It was a time when life when was mad simple (SO SIMPLE)
Me and my people listened to records and used to rock rhymes all day
We didn't pay rent, moms had that, monkey on her back
My main concern back then, was kickin funky rap
And fantasizin bout bein signed to Def Jam
Around that time 3rd Bass got dissed by X-Clan
It was a crazy time in hip-hop
"Follow the Leader" was my shit back then, and got crazy props
[Verse Two]
Coca-Cola, rugbies and Benettons; the adore of tongues
Graf flicks, summer cookouts in the project halls
Smoky lungs, off to the jam in the park
Where only real MC's performed and were the ones who had heart
Havin cyphers at gunpoint, b-boppin see you in Hunt's Point
Cowboy stee', leather vest at one point
So real it is I never thought I'd even make it this far
So real it is I never thought I'd even make it this far
[Chorus: x2]
MC's, you know what we talkin about
DJ's, y'all know what we talkin about
Write graffiti on the train, do your thing, no doubt
B-Boys and B-Girls, turn the party out
[Verse Three]
When Red Alert was bangin it on KISS
I made my first demo tape, no better yet I made my first hit
At least I thought it was at the time
Today I think I'm just as nice as all the cats that made me wanna rhyme
It was Kangol, Doc Ice, U.T.F.O.
Roxanne rivalry, I heard it on the radio
[Verse Four]
The Show" was Doug Fresh, the Bronx was at they best
While Rockmaster Scott blew up the live request
Spraypaint was toxic, Shinehead was with the rosters
Days was spent lookin for refridgerator boxes
Battlin MC's in front of Marlboro Houses
Packin razor blades inside my kangaroo pouches
[Verse Five]
EPMD and, Run-D.M.C. and
Public Enemy was at the Nausau Coliseum
You shoulda seen 'em, sold out crowds and bright lights
Party people in the place with only one or two fights
I remember how I felt when Scott LaRock got shot
I was there when Greg Nice would beatbox for T-La Rock
And Slick Rick was rockin jewels I never seen before
Non Phixion, you can catch us on the Freshfest Tour!
{sample sounds like a black man about to make a speech]
[Verse 1]
As I dive into the center of the sun
Solar system super nova kingdom come victims run
I stand here energized like ha mas
my posse terrorize whole villages
After warfare see decapitated heads as holy images
My religion is, hip hop stay alive, wid the slingshot
Sands of Palestine battle rhymes scatter sands of time
Man declines as I rise divine like the star shine
I stay in line, like the constellations in the sky
Out the mind, my astral plane travelled thoughts unravel
like ancient carpets beneath the feet of pharoahs
Arrows pierce the narrow minded
These devils tryna keep our fam divided
But we still stick together while these other cats are blinded
By the tricknowledge, yeh we be sayin' stop the violence
But if it get to deep then merck the president's the science
Got the secret service walkin' up and down the street mad nervous
Fed suckas surveillance tape for what I say from out the surface
Y'all don't speak the truth see that sniper standin' on the roof
He's receivin' messages through radio waves in his tooth
???????, that's all I need to say to kill this devil
Check the scary facts of where we at it's on the illest level
Hook:
Check the scary facts of the where we at (where we at)
Check the scary facts of the where we at (where we at)
Check the scary facts of the where we at (where we at)
Check the scary facts of the where we at "WAKE UP!" [- KRS 1]
(2x)
[Verse 2]
Ashem's the man of war interpret the verse what you expect?
Take a look around where men in black suits strappin' wid techs
I stand infinite like the old earth through death and birth
The devil washed our brain to kill over turf and net worth
Stayin' resourceful like literature reprinted, live it
Military to blow off ya head like race gimmicks
Wipe that stupid grimace, we'll be dominatin' when earth finish
Knowledge is danger peep movin' targets like Roy Iniss
It keeps me wise of the climate of Israel
Patchin' Ford vans just like in goon flicks get out some fish tails
Walkie talkies checkin' packgrounds and signin' ledgers
Paparazzi steez watchin' my seeds for tight measures
It be the same people cocaine kings flippin' on us
Ain't got no airplanes but plenty of gats that we can bust
Ain't nothin' rule but money, 'cept holy forces above me
Disappear gear packed with the fam and flee the country
[Ill Bill:]
I wield the hand of God you get smacked with a talking burning bush
Red fiction handbooks, you get ambushed you ain't no damn crook
Not just you but your man shook
I see it in your fucking face your eyes got bitch twinkles
Left with your ears rattled lost the war before the first battle
I was standing in outer space hidden by the earth's shadow
Return to bring the darkest plague to a nervous pharoah
Cursed him out with hebrew shot him with a burning arrow
Kinda fucked up they can't identify the type of guy who moves cash
Doom passed you with two gats in scooby-doo mask
Fucking with us and tear a hole out your space suit
The last supper in earth space you shoulda ate food
Yo Metal Fingers I think this cat's about to puke
[MF Doom:]
Yo dude, don't even put yourself through it
How they do it like if it wasn't shit to it
Oh shoot the lady knew it was the butler
He cold snuck her, stuck a banana in her muffler
But they didn't know who he was
She said the flow is so fluid that only one nigger could do it cos
He's like the supervisor in her workplace
No more breaks violate y'all workspace with smirk face
Your bad, he didn't mean to throw y'all concentration
Or stay the same with nuff game chase a mason off
Aiight savage brought a knife to a gunfight
To him who made the length of a sunlight, run flight
[Goretex:]
Egyptian phase for alien occult science and nature
We mummify your camp using food stamps to swindle devil's dangers
Rhyme like Quakers we take no part in that we righteous
Utilising iron maidens for spite cos heads be biting this
Blow up your truck your fucked and sew your mouth up
We taking this to astral levels blowing your house up
Hitting your spouse up communist workshop for earthspots
This style of festival is bread or matzah synagogue's incredible
I'll smack you with the bass I live a space life
Wisdom and steak knifes while you fought
Gore was on tour visting grave sites
Canaanites to pagan whites angels and dykes
Kill a (arrrrhg) strange universe now inflame mics
Run up in your fucking lab looking for goodies
A hundred tooties decked out in fatass robes and St Vitus hoodies
Three man team screaming for vengeance
I shed repentence until my last sentence
[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"]
[Verse 1]
Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome
I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone
The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six
Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit
Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim
We stay tight like killers up north a new religion
The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves
Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed
Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops
Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots
I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders
With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters
Hook:
I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"
I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose"
(2x)
[Verse 2]
My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made
They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid
And then they pray to idols made of gold
Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold
Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles
Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed
While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it
You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that
It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack
Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin'
Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin'
Situations we escape, police station interrogation
I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation
I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox
and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank
Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm
Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children
Hook (2x)
[Verse 3]
I GOT COMPULSIVE DISORDER so many people snortin' smack
It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat
Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps
Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none
Throughout the mash for better cash
When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D
Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me
I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing
Forced to be a man before even men became men
Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick
Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick
I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it
All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it
The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars
Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force
Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine
Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes
Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught
Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought
I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre
Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God
Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised
That the window to the soul be directly in the eye
Art of war path, I study astrology and math
The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half
From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights
To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights
To kids bein' raped to A&R;'s wid no taste
To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man
Hook (2x)
[I-Con]
Apocalyptic, born to spit it
Niggas thinking the Lord did it
Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest, critics
Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit shots
Give your ass the equvalent of a stiff cock
I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch
Sip scotch J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, with explosive
Spit fire raps and holsters
I make heat smolter with a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If y'all think y'all can be defenders
Hit y'all with more sentences than repeat offenders
Will we surrender? NO
Though keep steady rocking with chances of stoppin me
Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, strips some beef which informs me
The fame or the army
[Goretex]
With bare feet I walk the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, ain't no way out
I think I was made to degrade you
Pull your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for spite
Bash you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we together for war
Fallout, remaining soldiers in 2004
[A-Trak - turntablism]
"You know the feeling when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <-- GURU
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You know the feeling when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"Non Phixion" "Obscure"
"Hit you with two doses of dopeness"
[Eclipse]
Early to bed, early to rise
Make a man healthy and wise
For losing over sleep out of spite
There ain't no sunshine battling with space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime
And then the plot twist, solidary game of risk
It's like a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood coagulates between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so sags
Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the size
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the Earth hails storms and cries
Just one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the bent ride
If you're deaf, nigga rewind
Full slept, fill the chalkline
O-D, is on the war crime
[Ill Bill]
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other option
Run up in your crib and blast ya, while your mother's watching
Shot the president, then the pope mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and global fear
End of the fucking world is here, we come prepared
Part through customs with a gat, the new shit
You know a laser gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver
drug
Fuck it, I be the ill pilgrim
Decaptiate MC's in such a way you had to know that Ill Bill killed them
Harlem world tour, should have mind for you with Obscure
Spit the pure, uncut raw coke for all of y'all
Two jealous cats be get fucked up quick
Step to us you get shot stabbed knocked our or pistol whipped
Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap dances
Y'all that hate me, you can suck my motherfucking dick
Ask how you could not know the name by now
It's Non Phixion bitch
[A-Trak - turntablism]
"You know the feeling when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <-- GURU
"Wack MC's want to flex but their styles ain't right"
"You know the feeling when things ain't right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <-- Logik
"Hold this shit down" "in 2004"
"Non Phixion" <-scratched and cut up
"Brooklyn's baddest on the street"
"With goons and hardrocks, but wait it's on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm feeling it"
[Talking]
Yo you dealin' wid militant goons ya know what I'm sayin?
Necro on the track, peace and love to BK
Far Rock, drop it
[Verse 1]
I stash concealables under my underables, fuck them other crews
I got a hundred goons bustin' you wid puncture wounds
Nothin' but rage, nineteen ninety nine the world change
Now it seem, the devil leaves the righteous man slain
with the brain function, weak and callin'
Reproduction, revolution, assassination, execution, collision
It's best to find my religious credential politicians
Devil's decisions populate prisons
Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my place
Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face
These police they, motivate, drug market maneuvers
Gat shooters, visionary military computer operation specialist
My intelligence breeds benevolence
Subtract infested cam of the inheritence
No evidence, gunshots like three blast
Dippin' out the back wid the jet black ski mask
Can't indentify, who he?, you can't see
Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be
My mind be, venturin' into territories
Eighteen hundred and twenty five days end of story
Hook:
Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow
Everytime I flow it's like there's no tomorrow
I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrow
You don't wanna mess around there's no tomorrow
(2x)
*scratching of* "Nah kid" "It's only a matter of time"
[Verse 2]
It's Abraham baggin' grams on a beach in France
Militia dancer my Tony Sicero stance exaggerated
And overblow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook
born to menace, my hop wid Christ, bootless bandits on the streets
Bless beats wid treats strictly grimey, for all my peeps
Non-Phixion, incredible goons bringin' the legacy
Shit, meaner than actresses rockin' dope on vasectomies
I represent like Canarcy argue
Quick to stick a party, intoxicated from Bacardi
Real shit, legit like pigs who carry biscuits
Intrinsic, like your kind of mind in your compress kit
Don't risk it, like Mumia before a caper
Upstate lats get buried, on two point five acres
A crook wid line plus my alibi designed to jerk
Housing officials and feds lookin' for tech nines
I been through more shit than Rocky Dennis
or Craig Mack's blemish, emcees suck mine and then replenish
Back in Iceland we handy wid the gadgets
Crime ridden like jackers extortin' karats I'm savage
Keep it rugged like Tommy
Waco will play ya devastation
And sixty X's for my nation
I aviate like space pirates during race riots
Slay tyrants, pick up and inject 'em with AIDS virus
Display violence like tell-lie-vision pilots
Raise your eyelids, and wake the fuck up, and fire drug sirens
We buckin officers on cocaine assignments blastin fine alignments
They made to crucify and keep us timeless
Dip this image into liquified diamonds
Wrote the holy book and sold they souls to the scientists
Transponders, we split ya blood like anacondas
Computer monitors release heat, and burst thermometers
In cold weather, you try to hold your soul together
with rubber cement, fuck the President, and the government
You fuckin dick, I oughta make you eat your own shit
Kidnap you whack business cats that double dip
Don't have to search far to overstand the reason why you flipped
Money's the root of all that's evil and you slipped
into the cracks, there's no turnin back, my turn to react
Rollin dairy cats, known to carry gats, so we interact
Take it back to 1492, you devils send over a crew
Ill Bill! (Yo) Mr. Ill Bill! (What?)
Bring the Non Phixion politicians witcha skill
[Ill Bill]
Yeah, yo bottles of liquor smashed
Confrontational a nation full of devilish fools
Follow the massive devil plantational
patch is disaster, cash laced cripples your visuals
We bringin weapons, they put metal detectors in the schools
And the shoes, the bare-nickel student sparkin wools
Crown Heights militant, {?} rockin tools
Ayatollah, scholar of Torah, dutch master roller
Utilize the solar, to kill the treaty of Erona
Government documents effect the occupents of projects
We come together, buildin with Muslims durin soundchecks
Tradin methods of revolutionary thought
A bunch of terrorists since eighty-six and still we never been caught
Yo, I keep the Secret Service nervous
Federal agencies be suckin surveillance out of my phone circuits
I'm careful, keep my conversations encoded
They've been stressin me ever since that Federal buildin exlpoded
Molotov cocktail, tossin bringer of sorrow
We linger in the Brooklyn borough, where there's no tomorrow
Certified on rugged terrain, military
Chorus One: Non-Phixion
Yeah yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a pagan
ate falafel with Menachem Begin
Who the fuck is Carl Sagan?
Chorus Two: Non-Phixion
I'm the space invader
Ill hieroglyphic translation navigator
Read your thoughts, make you think we chill
then I blast you later
[Sabac Red]
We burn the fuckin flag
I shot the Devil down like we in Baghdad
His wife's the hostage
Her bodyparts up in a grab bag
Now watch the gun blast, holdin your chest, marked for death
The President's been shot, somebody notify the press
It's all Reaganomics, welfare, weapons and drugs
The government is thugs, that's why the leader caught a slug
Handle your business, we're writin Yiddish on your wishlist
My mind's the sickest, deknowledged devils on my shitlist
[Necro]
Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady election
then infected your mind was unprotected
You think me approachin you with a knife looks bad
It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all plaid
Keep the muskets up in the bookbag, and when a crook stabs
you in the brain, verbally you feel like you took tabs
The mental grave, one Jew buried under the dug plot
The walk-in drug spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what?
Chorus One 2X
[Goretex]
Super secret surveillance assailants, Hebrews in Kansas
Wrap you up in bandage, mummified stitch weapons I brandish
Like trucks and bum, coffins airtight, mucus in vessels
Russian Roulette with bloody headbands, Christopher Walken type
A +Deerhunter+, parts unknown, rockin the jeweled throne
like Solomon, I killed your congressman with two stones
Best in the fuckin country, Israeli camou' dressed bummy
Ghetto guerillas, religious cats be thinkin Muncie
My solar sect stretch throughout rocks like Stan Goetz
and my vestibule bang on my chest from bad sess
Come and challenge or battle, get skull-fucked, but don't be sore
God ultimately saves those whose motive is pure
Chorus One 2X
[Ill Bill]
We Elohim, alien brain in my cranium
They locked me in a sanitarium, behind walls of titanium
Fifty-One forbidden classified spy Area
Doctors from Nigeria, Lebanon and Syria
South Bronx, I walk through epochs and airlocks
Disengagin doorways into time, breakin cellblock number 13
The Earth's seen the first gleam of life beyond humanoid existence
from light-year distances
I navigate rip the fabric of space in this race against time
Transmit a message backwards through the phone lines
Control minds with fairly common alien technocracy
We laugh at your misguided principals and prophecies
My species shapeshift, take on the form of an Earthling
If I fail to return back home, alert the King
Bring the reinforcements, program the telport coordinates
My spatial origin's the starting point begin your voyage
into mystery, strange universes, strange history
Yeah I shot your fuckin President, you know my steez!
Not Public Enemy, except we non-fiction, Non-Phixion
Positive and negative because the world's a contradiction
Chorus One
Chorus Two
Chorus One
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit!
Eat it out, eat it out, no doubt, no doubt
Check it out, yo
The year 2000 begins a new age for the cop killers, know what I'm sayin?
The saga of the Ill Bill continues
The flavor's Non Phixion y'all - get wit it
Check it out, check it out
[Verse One]
Check out this new Ill Bill gimmick that's splendid
Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down wit this
It's about strictly tryin to kill a cop
Once you get the hang of it, after you blast one you steal his glock
First of all you need a fat bag of dust plus the biscuit
Any local store sells the shit, friend
Purchase a milli', not that bitch Millie Jackson silly stunt
I'm talkin about the nine millimeter gun
Pick up the gat, scratch the serial numbers off
No fingerprints, surgical ones are my gloves of choice
All of these other cop killers be thinkin guns are toys
And when these cats get caught, they snitch on all they boys
I kill a cop on a solo mission; without a pair of gloves
Shot him in the face with a stolen biscuit
Then wiped my fingerprints off real careful
If you don't think you ready yet dog, just let the song prepare you
That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro
That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro
That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 4X*)
Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
[Verse Two]
Yeahhhh! The second paragraph, might make you laugh
When a cat try to kill a cop and catch a plunger in the ass
That's when you know you got to take the gun from him
cause you bout to get snubbed next, and you hyped up, so fuck runnin
And now the real fun begins son
You kill these ten cops, the best part, you walk away with ten guns
Now you the one that's takin gats from pigs
Imagine one gang, consistin of the Bloods, Crips and Latin Kings
That's when you start to realize what the police is
Government funded gang-bangin thugs; that's what beast is
They say I'm evil, I'm the most righteous
Run up in precincts with assault rifles; kill police and throw bibles
Walked out the precinct leavin no survivors
Half his decapitated wig splattered across the precinct driveway
The watts was stuffed up his body, jerk and gyrate
Shoot him ten more times, then I merc off on the highway
That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
[Verse Three]
Yeahhhh! Last but not least, Ill Bill like to say peace
to all the cop killers, from the Tri-State to the Middle East
And gimme some dust when I kick the bucket
Pistol or no pistol, when high I'm the wrong to be fucked with
So everybody put they gun up in the air
Cock it back and lick a shot like you just don't care
SO - PUMP UP THE VOLUME!! Screamin out, "Fuck cops!"
I'm out - peace to my pops, I'm off to the dust spots
Yeah, Ill Bill's in the house
Yeah, Goretex in the house
Yo, peace to my motherfuckin fam Non-Phixion
Yo, I'm out
Yo Necro, turn that shit off, man
[Verse 1]
When you enter my house of worship
Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity
Y'all recognize this my man Christ album
Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist
Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs
Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask
The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast
(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown
Roamin' the catacombs of the phantom zone
(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality
When the value and price of life is less than technology?
They tryna call this a civil-ization
But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations
Cease and just call it what it really is
A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans
I see the writing on the wall
The devil killed the righteous man
but now the rest'll take the savage beast to war
[Verse 2]
Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships
Ain't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placements
Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion
Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron
Burnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible insane
Unknown intelligence son to the sun we're astral residents
Bigger than rap let's make this album decadence
Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv
Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plate
Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate
It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery
It's ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies
One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
Break through, I be on the search for other niggaz
Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz
[Verse 3]
Accept the phat beats that's filled with ghetto philosophy
Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographers
The way they take my words to the throat and dictate 'em
To they man, like they was in the lab and just made 'em
From scratch but we can catch you on that parade
Cause in the end you sound like wax
That ten other emcees made
I'm throwin' shade to the willow
When you weepin' on the pillow
We'll know when it's time for finger prints
To be rubbed out with Brillo skills
Go through changes includin' cats that rearrange 'em
So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em
I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over
My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier
Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet
If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get
It's B.K. kids, count the D.O.A. enforcers
When mauve goose come off with G's runnin the horses
It's only right I come rhythm and weapons
Ghetto slime and Stetsons, militant like Waco, Texas
Section shot apart from rhymes that are gun-smart
And PJ sparks like a swing cloth, with metal off
Cock D and drug pump like the mescaline
To my left, is the drug version of Billy Madison
Rocks with sling, women diets like Mabel King
It's a Medina thing, fat knots or chicken wings
Eat my ass if you want somethin
Fuck the frontin, cause goons own lyrics like David Ruffin
Welfare since birth, speak earth
Morbid tales bout cats in jail, hangin rap kings with rusty nails
Five bloods, one trash, fallouts and ghetto war
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Yo yo this life is hard, my mental level is odd
Like devils versus gods, there’s a war inside my mind going on
Squads represent these separate emotions
Three quarters of us is made of water, now it’s land versus ocean
Soaking, it’s like open wrists, had this bitch sucking my dick for poker chips
Deep throating shit then she sucked her own tit
I got bizarre shit, you’re just a moving target
Take a style, dissolve it
Like ? it made of brown sugar vomit
Fright night of the comets, seven Islamics named Mohammed
Rocking scimitars give the illest scars to the godless
Unworthy ones, my verse is thirty guns
Blasting off north, my rhymes are sawed-off
I’m hip hop, I can’t be bought off
I blast a scripture like a fracture blister
Attack the system like when cancer hits a random victim
Splatter liquid like a twisted sponge
I’m like a biscuit, hit your lungs
Twitch your tongues, we putting rhymes in circulation
Like it’s drugs inside bloodstreams
I like to visit other countries asking other things
The universe is all ours to explore, that’s what my mother thinks
My brother thinks most cats are shady, I think he may be right
But fuck the darkness, I’mma try to focus on the light
I be the true and living ruler of my world
I want world peace so if you got beef stay the fuck away from me, chief
The green leaf is sparked like soldiers stomping through a swamp
Without high boots and radiation suits that’s glowing in the dark
It’s a tribute to myself, I’m burning kids like they was grilled cheese And every time I open up my mouth I kill MC’s
I seen the greatest men destroyed by cowards so I watch my back
Most of these cats so damn whack that they’d be lost without their gat
That’s not to say a gat is evil, only people can deceive you
Make you bleed through wounds that never heal and leave your spirit feeble
It’s depressing, the truth will set you free so just accept it
You don’t even have to like my shit so long as you respect it
[Chorus]
Without the positive we can’t exist
Without negativity we can’t exist
Without the sunshine we can’t exist
Without the darkness we can’t exist
Hey yo without a little love we can’t exist
Without liquor and drugs we can’t exist
Without free religions we can’t exist
Without the television we can’t exist
[Verse 2: Goretex]
It’s like my views are ancient, crusty like basements
Studying spaceships, anal probes with metal prong testing temperature placement
Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion, children of Zion
Half-breeds who defecate iron burnt to flames
We find robots ? insane ? intelligence
Sons of the sun with astral resonance
Bigger than rap, I live a life of decadence
Turn mass to energy
Medicineman celebrity conspiracy, Tel Aviv
I put my pyramid, never deliver it without ?
? more like storms in my breastplate
We militant, we legislate laws with no decency
’98, our brothers use brains and low frequencies
One time for sharp kids, killers who biblical
There’s two ghettos, one of them mind, the other physical
To break food we on that hunt for ?
Cause race haters and pigs in white sheets running with quakers
[Chorus]
Without the inner-self we can’t exist
Without oxygen we can’t exist
Without a bag of weed we can’t exist
Without a little greed we can’t exist
Without some real friends we can’t exist
Without the dividends we can’t exist
Without photosynthesis we can’t exist
Without mass transit we can’t exist
[Verse 3: Sabac]
Prepare for mental combat, I react like twenty gats
And holds some straps, ready for nothing
? take me out or hold me back
Then I come back only to walk down mean streets like Perry Thomas
At a seminar where they asked us who practiced the art of conscious
Beware of toxic drinking tap could be a deathtrap
A setback to leave our arms folded and our necks back
Existence leads back to Egyptians and conflictions
War missions, colour-free property, and fake religions
Battle scars and nudie bars, ? stars to crash the earth
Leave us jerked and out of work
Forcing all mine to convert to carry weapons for aggression
Ruger M double 7’s, crash the heavens like our demo did at Geffen
Now we’re prepping barracudas ? computer age ? influenced
In our brain to re-enact the deep attack that caused the pain
Our social differences, existences, the listeners are businesses
Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the world until it finishes
[Chorus]
Without some food stamps we can’t exist
Without reproduction we can’t exist
Without a clear mind we can’t exist
Without a little pride we can’t exist
Without a clear mind we can’t exist
Without some intellect we can’t exist
Without old school we can’t exist
[Verse One]
I got the, double-barreled microphone in my grips
And let alone chips, fallin down steps and breakin hips
We on some MC shit, we battle to the death
Ask KRS, how many suckers he dissed just to get respect
That's what it's all about, fuck the money
We snatchin thousand dollar chains offa throats, still dressin bummy
Whether you're intellectual or a fuckin dummy
We comin through, ain't nuttin sweet and ain't nuttin funny
My mindframe's like jumpin backwards out of planes
Fuck the fame, I'd rather keep a level head within this deadly game
Twistin the bliss on hot Non Phixion cataclysm
Shattered your vision like a gat blastin at your children
[Verse Two]
I had evil thoughts from ancient pain
They stabbed me, put a chip in my brain, and told me to pray
So I don't think the same
My body sings of extensions alien
The mic's my only weapon
Walkin the streets with sick Israelians
Abundant, a one-time Democratic consultant
Public housin gone and obvious strains of Satan's comin
Camou' and leaves, don't breathe, one in my head
I took a look around and smelled the defecation in red
Harry gorilla Hebrew DeLouise stee', runnin in fatso
Bloody vasco', hard to earn like Donnie Brasco
You brothers heard me, walkin on eggs like Bruno Kirby
Shittin on Feds, fine germ me on how they livin with scurvy
None of you rappers worthy, buried in crooks, I bury books
Apocalyptic Doo Wop when Non Phixion hit you with jooks
[Verse Three]
Doo Wop, tape master, massive attack
Counteract, set the door, be free to strike the playback
Non Phixion, five times mad, planet Uranus
Nameless MC can suck a dick to make him famous
Truth lies within the eyes of one spirited thought
Reach seven speeches of the thesis done by Melachi York
Our crucial day and time, beware the thin ice and short lines
Plus the trendy who be usin revolution in they rhymes
Phony bastards! Make me fuckin SICK with all that shit!
If you really for the cause, then meditate through conflict
And if you not, then you not, FUCK YOU, but keep it true
[Goretex]
What's up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o
Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows
I'm on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks
Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track
Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children
Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians
Predicting stardom like a swami
I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft red, and fly pastrami
Eatin hearty like Luke Abrasi, I gotta call Billy back
To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, and 'Tachis
Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal
Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical
Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict
Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic
Bucktown goes BIZARRE
Killin fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr
To the max, I keep it, rugged for days
PJ's be like amazed, got these niggaz in a verbal haze
Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini
My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Pagnini
Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie
with cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi
Shit is real dunn, hook up killings with guns
[Ill Bill]
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones
Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence
Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien ?
Get your vibe together
Who decides truth? guys in ties and suits?
Violent coups from private schools?
We got rules of taunt, duals of war, using thoughts like swords
Pay for groceries, the DNA clothes in your vocal cords
The order of the world has already been bought
Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war
Drink your cocaine 'cause drugs is legal
Androids rule, the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people"
Even a priest can fall in love with evil
If a bitch to suckin' his dick, swallow nothing, gulp the semen
Election day, young americans will vote for demons, overachieving
Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces
[Chorus]
Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
This is futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama
A cross between terminator 3 and Tutankhamun
This is I'll Bill reporting for a new assignment
Ready to rock with the ruger nine shinin'
[Goretex]
The noose is tightening, news of sightings, the truth's frightening
Kabbalah studies in 51 produced by the titans
Follow the sergeant, the one handle and largest, the vents
Made the top of department, fire bomb and projects intent
Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary
Ya never hold a grudge, they can judge us to Applebee's
My team's fast, the IRS be thuggin' with masks
On the run for war games, bugs, and funneling cash
I rob anyone, a lawyer with a gun in his stash
Beneath, the remains of human ash, the gun and the ?bag?
Gangsta, Sherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water
(Speakin through television like Benny Hin?)
We rock blazin', pop collars like hockey raids
'Pac was framed, they cloned him in the spot near the caves
To vegetate, claimin credit to detonate
Human bombs, nuclear arms, super market, cancer and farms
[Chorus]
[Ill Bill]
At the fight club, fist, knives, and guns
Tribes are ?, cannabalistic humanoid
Underground drugs, rainin' blood
Sorta like slayer did in '86, communicate with aliens, there he is
I made run DMC sell me, the devil's soul, make your head explode
With the planable chip, by remote control, I told them all what to expect
Fuck love and respect, when you're on your knees with a gun to your head
See masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof
Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot
I recruit the true mistics, I turn goon's futuristic
We too sadistic, comin' at you with 2 biscuits
[Verse One]
Sabac I let loose, claimin truths is consequential
Paranoid MC's divin in {?} like Yentl
Think I got a pencil, to blacklist devils movin the Rosewood
With Singleton, we stop a flow good
Whippleton killer top biller for G's, Non Phixion sleepers with jeans
Never fall asleep, lace Pall Mall, a final call like cattle disease
Rip mics, stab with wordplay
Dipped like sherm stay, my school clothes bloody from swordplay
If I had a nation, I'd be a Mason, like Cosby
Rap oddysey don't stop cause I'm kamikaze
Gut a fuck Nazi, spill the beat son, and take five
I can show you sides, of humans of most bastard homicides
Killers walk free, juiced off Hennessy P
So Benet Ramsey {?} me on LSD
You dicks are stupid, consider humans chopped up on Euclid
You can't prove it, puppy dog eyes like Droopy
[Verse Two]
An awful calamity, I have the FBI after me
They barely batter me, because I speak on how they data be
corrupted, I use a disguise inside they eyes
See the day, 7/4, meaning jungle of the lies
Samurai sci-fi, Shanghai to C.I.
Rabbis in God fill my pock' with dragonflys and Geminis
Brooklyn, home of the Dodgers, Russian massages
Where thugs be coppin guns and kids are aged without they fathers
[Verse Three]
My lyrics twist like bamboo sticks
It be {?} African headhunting cannibals, running down your avenue
Stabbin you, Goretex vexed, in Xanadu
Two thousand two we here to rock for food and praise and God and gratitude
Missile command latitudes, blastin dudes
Askin youse, over there yeah you, how can we tear through
invisible prison cells, the projects where we dwell
has, many traps, that we must avoid, or we'll be destroyed
Sometimes people don't really take the time to think about
the consequences, and so they wind up locked behind fences
And that's by far the worst case of all scenarios
[Intro]
Gimme a F, "F!"
Gimme a U, "U!"
Gimme a C, "C!"
Gimme a K, "K!"
[Hook]
We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die
So long as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by
We could stack dough sky high
Listen one to five
Eighty nine tech nine it's all live
(2x)
[Ill Bill]
Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion
Fuck up competition like nine car collision
Now ya arm's missin', you look like the drummer from Def Leperd
The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the head spins
Peace to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine
I wrote a hundred fuckin' rhymes about these troubled times
Fuck up ya head like when ya mother dies
Non-Phixion launch an', you brothers want!
[Goretex]
The quartet, drop you at ya parents doorstep
It's G-13 with Mister Goretex government issue
Run in ya chick Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you
All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you
Non-Phixion we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got charged
Runnin' the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce
I'm takin' the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables
[Sabac Red]
I spit the confident, zero tolerance splash ya continents
Future escapades cross the rival dominant, prominent
Loosed at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade
Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never stayed
You fuckin' bitch, I make you fuck ya moms between her tits
You paganist, rockin' Avirex, suckin' dick and smokin dits
K-C-R and Lord Seer plus Papito Garcia
(old man talkin)
Why havent you learned anythin? Its all there!
Its all there in toinbe in those books on the shelf
supression breeds violence
your gonna raise the curfew an hour?
whould you look outside! you see that kid?
last week he just wanted to get laid
now he wants to kill somebody
chorus
Why? why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who? Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where? where you gonna be in two thousand and two?
Take these words home an think them through
Check the scary facts,look at where we at, terrorist
pronoteriast,known to carry gats,yo we interact
take it back,fourteen ninty-two
the devil send over the crew
in america the devil grew
to decure the time out,politician be the governments
foreverance,bar-bar-ian heretence,forever sick
inject a microchip into my dick
see these riminals in war on trout,pleading the fifth
an a mental slavery continuse,inforius food
it a be their favorite dish on the imperalist menu
we fight to liberate your mind state
but all i see is the fuckin crack,bottle,body count
an the crime rate,notice the life of death cycle
about the wit or wit the rifle
like malcom x extokin carl michael
jump on the stainles steel charagan
anti-american,walking the west bank
like a desert storm veteran
chorus(repeat twice)
I wanna be the catalist for every street lyricist
I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty-six
I'd free every son from every crimes he aint commit
I'd want purges on the gilityn with their next spliff
I'd tell the brookly bridge to asouty for an auty
and i'd say,it was pro-por-ty of the kings county
I'd reverse the effects of physical neglect
I'd want holes in front of mirrors askin,wheres my self respect?
I'd want raulph lauren to get down with karl kani
no rode-o drive smack in the middle of south side
I really want the latin quarterback open
a pack of newport for fifty cent an a quarter for a token
chorus(one time)
sabac blow to stab a rap chemist,envioromentist
feel the highlights of life through the roots of john voicance
consequences,to move shapers in a quarter
twenty heads just got slaughtered
from the stress of a new yorker,check the laws of orca
to holding tokens how we built it
life filled with smoke and piss and drinking cho-co-filthy
four and three sixty for non phixion be the obvious
we never jake,eliminate fake,stay alive in this,survivalist
overcome reflections of my inner demons
my mind relate to crime like fertile eggs relate to seamans
I close my eyes like I was deciezed,invision peace
that refuel from the sun to east
chorus(repeat twice)
this rap may shatter your fate or strengthen it
or you will end a you
my tempaments foul like tenaments
I feel you sensing it
to get a horror deeper than prophecies
planning you on the rest like jesus on the estapome
jerusalim sun down on a hill
three bodies suspended crookedly,they booking me
my backs against the wall with ones they pushin me
its stated,like rightgeous kings in the line of David
never mercedes all them others made that got me jated
facing a agony,victorious,call me mak-a-beez,apocolyptic
hexing my rivalries through chemistries
its drama time,sudent size guys rocking econo-line
sitting on pick and trying to catch gor slippin on punchlines
decipher it.
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Holy shit, they tried to torture me, three officers bleed nauseously
They eating pork and beans and involved in Pagan sorcery
Super vegan, heard your crew is beefing, now goons is creeping
Hebrews blacker than Zulus and guidos rocking wifebeaters
DT’s rocking Fubu up in the ninth precinct
Rusty pipes, no-bar types scheming through life cheating
Seen the pig get shot in the face for the right reasons
Final way to civilize a trife heathen
The Ill Bill collector suicide king, my sounds are hard drugs
We God’s thug popping off guns, you lost blood
Like you lost your head, talking to me is like having your fortune read
By a fourth-century sorcerer that tortures men
That try to walk the subway platform with gats drawn
Like a postal worker coming home drunk and just lost his job
That’s what we dealing with in Roman times
I never liked schools, fucking devils always told me lies
And try to brainwash, but read the value, everybody fucking hates cops
And if you blasted one you gained props
Hyper shit, Roddy Piper shit, tiger type to sniper shit
Be selling my fly shit for five percent, fuck that
I be on top going for delf, twelve thousand units then I sold another twelve
I Shot Reagan was the joint that sparked the tight chaos
Like stray shots that spray cops, break up the séance
[Verse 2]
Eh yo white thugs ? watch war minister’s spot
Niggas are clocked up cause the undergound explodes hot
Melt the pot, the vandal four angle to stop your free fall
Before you get the sawed-off, welcome to get your tip ?
Lyric evangelist, I’ll never turn the cheek
I tore it off your face, it ain’t sweet, sour to hot piece
Speak to hear your half-ass multiplied by two
Dudes that into anal, do the butt thing onto two fools
Spit it out, you talk shit Q, your rhymes are old too
So you see me split ?
Seven to give to high shroom, zoom
As your ? your lady flashing sideways
Lusting leading to foreplay
Nasty ? passion swimmer
Senator of religious sect ? to any bigger
Trigger to mental pistol power, shower your appearance
Clearance to the nearest foul play, who wanna feel this?
[Verse 3: Goretex]
This is camp site, take my advice, this game of life
Holy nights like Hanukkah lights amid your gun fights
Tel Aviv with laser sight, we’re too shit
Eh yo we move shit, left-wing cats straight out of goon flicks
So Uncle Howie gave them kids a chase
They had to flee the States
Glenwood projects made ? was base
Y’all can’t emerge in a safe place
I turn energy into sensory data in high rates
W-H-T, your TV’s and CD’s
LSD flash, kill my landlord for seven G’s
Tangle with my clique, I’ll leave you shackled from your dick
Mexican magic next to pay off, you’re next to clip
Yo I was bred with a tortured head
Connected with the dead, the Bible heathens were conquered the ?
Cancer society awaits us, don’t ever trace us
You caught me, sort of like Kiss without the makeup
[Verse 4: Q-Unique]
Incineration of your whole Generation X
Next context sounded similar to top ten
Must stop I a drop panic and see what I’m thinking
Iceberg your brain state got your mind sinking
Open like the fat beats I’m singing
Illiterate, you can’t read between the lines
I’m ten times the pen rhymes you write on blue lines
Exaggerated existence of commercial sounds
Like pussy politicians got political prisoners locked down
Knock down and hit you with the impact
Of a penny tossed off the observation deck of a skyscraper
I spy my paper like a board or secret cult
The vital data that can shatter government bodies, rock parties
Like a boulder rolling through a nightclub
One might bug at the fact that fourteen years
Of rap only got me underground dap
I’m past that like I missed my stop on the A-Train
Here’s the weight gain from the great brain