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from Non Phixion - Future Is Now (2002)
(Ill Bill)
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones Conquerors, Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien Malachi (?) Five percent is (?) forever. Get your mind together Who decides truth? Guys in ties and suits? Violent coups from private schools? Peep how rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords Pay for groceries with DNA codes in your vocal chords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war Drink your cocaine cuz drugs is legal Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people" Even a priest can fall in love with evil If the bitch that's suckin' his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachievin' Yo we sniff blow or blow up priests' (Chorus) Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill 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 Ill 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 handlin' largest events Made the top of department, fire bombin' projects and tents Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary I never hold a grudge, takin' judges 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, Cherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water (Speakin through television like Benny Hen) 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 of (?), 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 plantable 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 Seen masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mystics, I turn goon's futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with two biscuits (Chorus) |
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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 autoshotguns 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 {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it |
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from Non Phixion - Future Is Now (2002)
{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*}
(Verse One) I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, even a 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 peeps - 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) {*Pete Rock scratches to end*} |
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How can I make a clean decisions in the haze of drugs?
prositutes and guns? I stumble up the ladder with Sabbac and Chunk, By my side when I ride in L.A! We party the stars and the starfuckers. Yeanybody love us. Ye I do cocain, yeah love to drink! Love to get my dick sucked in these drugs to think! Killin my brains over pills, rub my lungs with splives over necro production fucker, in the drugs it's sick. Is snorting schools bucks, Jews, Muslims, Christians, What the fuck is the difference? We all want money |
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from Non Phixion - Future Is Now (2002)
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) {*singer ad libs to fade*} |
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from Non Phixion - Future Is Now (2002)
(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 drug abyss That sucked a hundred dicks its yo party the crowd great 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 lift a shot when the bastard wasn't lookin Threw him out then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn Chorus 2X |
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from Non Phixion - Future Is Now (2002)
(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! (*"The leader" scratched repeatedly*) |
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(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 into that of which was 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 (Chorus x4) |
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We are, the motherfucking future
(Ill Bill) Aiyo we murderous, I be holding more heat than thermoses You get your loot housed, then get into shootouts, with secret servicemen It's Ill Bill, Non Phixion We pop biscuits at these poppy sissies claiming hip hop You get your mop twisted Break-dance, break every bone in your body Bury you alive and dance on your grave like Rocksteady A lot of rappers be pussy like Tom Petty I told you "The Future is Now" dummy Is y'all ready? Spoke to the ghost of Christ, the poltergeist Designed a prototype mind control device Told the price to everybody Then sold it to Bill Gates for 8 billion I bought the Empire State Building and gave it to the children Hold the 9 milli toast really close to villain Smoked it with the fresh philly snow blind in the snow blizzard Legend has it that before war I worship Satan Drink human blood and have orgies amongst masons Catching brain from the President's wife, the Illuminati can suck my dick So I can bust my shit Hits from the bong with Tom Brokaw Twist my dust up in Bible pages and smoke folklore Like a coke straw in a drug clinic I'm inappropriate My people stay blunted out like Soviets Blow up the rig with an exploding Motorola flip Leave you soaking wet Like a hot tub, pussy, coke, and Moet Spit the coldest 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 and knock-outs Never leave the hood cats, two dollar sandwich hood rats With a free soda, medicated twice we ogre Double dip blunts, we Non Phixion, game over My man's solo shit on cable got the game sober How I became a soldier, paperbacks, top seller My life story: how I went from mail fraud to porn seller Y'all know Gore, nice with the words since ‘84 Rifles galore, satellites attached to the floor Munching on veal parm' like human arm Up at your record label, real bomb, smacking VP's with real charm I'm a nice cat, till the Paxil runs out, and guys dumb out Ice picks, ecstasy rings get run out Selling rap tapes like cancer rappers I'm by your crib with a gate that deflates and shoots arrows Produce pharaohs attack you with chrome, shatter your bones The world's fucked, call Jackie Stallone, her wire's tapped as well as my own I lace the President with C-4, under his bed Them Feds never found the books, freebase, or hollowheads I'm on a five day fast, Flash Gordon blast award And cash hording; launder money for rainy day sessions Expose your weapons, lessons value life like some game of Battleship Connect 4 Gat equipped, t-t-t-tatter shit adequate aim, we came in to shatter the game I'm mad at your gain; imagine the pain, when I splatter your brain Conscious lyrics cancel out demons, monsters, and spirits Marsha dearest, freed your soul allowed amongst the clearest Visionaries, Sabac Red's a missionary My vision varies align with the minds of kings in 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 right Blast mics, I been tore the fuck up since last night It's clear, everywhere is war, the streets scarred me The god be singing freedom songs like Bob Marley Watch me, on the trains, yelling street news, selling street blues Built with my peoples, Muslims and Hebrews Positive cats, I build with cats who want to shoot you No competition, Non Phixion, welcome to the future (Scratched) We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future We... Are... The Future |
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"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..." (Goretex) Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the coke's arriving at six Got my name all in your mouth like you're 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 who aims rifles at cops I'm spiteful, fakes get left shaking like Michael J. Fox (Ill Bill) I be like the AIDS infected needle acupuncture Gangster and hustler Murderer and kidnapper suspect Rapper and dust-head From Blood red to Crip blue My shit's too 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 PJs Watching my Uncle freebase Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face I learn to love my trees laced The way the PCP tastes The way it make me see things Old school like spy bilks (?) and sheep skins As I write this 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 murkin' the President live on Channel 7 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Sabac Red) I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice My crew nice, late night at the corners we shoot dice It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, Tims, Nubuck Tanktops to koofies, groupies acting loosely Who be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that cat 'Bac Puffin' a stog(ie), 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 (Ill Bill) If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic My shit's hot like the rock fiend drop in a pipe These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch periods 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 dye bitches Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania (Chorus) "Wild..." "Like..." "Rock...Rockstars" "Who...Who smash guitars" "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Goretex) Break with me you're out, bangin' with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gunning 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 light in the wrist, Richard Simmons 'fro with a pick Taking my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit (Sabac Red) I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs Who stayed street but got new found love Take a Continental, drive a rental, travel the globe Non Phixion 'till 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 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" |
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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 Peace to PJ's, Adrian Brothers, take the board |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
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 Shootin up your embassy, kidnappin your dignitaries, WHAT |
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[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 So give up your funds, next time you see me on the route |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
(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 Don't let the devil get your soul |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
[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 And if you are, then you'd help to free Mumia Abu! |
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(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 drama 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 Non-Phixion and we the fuck up outta here |
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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 Now I know them cats that's down with you |
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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 Yo, pass it off, who's the next one, motivate the breaks.. |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
(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 Now who's next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion |
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(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 the balls against order 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) *scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade* |
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(Ill Bill)
They got AIDS infectin' the globe, laser weapons and clones Conquerors, Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem, alien Malachi (?) Five percent is (?) forever. Get your mind together Who decides truth? Guys in ties and suits? Violent coups from private schools? Peep how rules are taught, duels are fought, using thoughts like swords Pay for groceries with DNA codes in your vocal chords The order of the world has already been bought Robocops programmed to kill and ready for war Drink your cocaine cuz drugs is legal Androids rule the streets of New York, screamin' "Fuck the people" Even a priest can fall in love with evil If the bitch that's suckin' his dick will swallow nut and gulp his semen Election day, young Americans will vote for demons, overachievin' Yo we sniff blow or blow up priests' (Chorus) Welcome to futurama, where the cyborgs will shoot ya mama A cross between Terminator 3 and Tutankhamun This is Ill 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 Ill 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 handlin' largest events Made the top of department, fire bombin' projects and tents Video farewells off to majesty is all for salary I never hold a grudge, takin' judges 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, Cherry Ketamine the medicine Pirelli spin, the new water (Speakin through television like Benny Hen) 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 of (?), 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 plantable 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 Seen masonic temple's lost truth, god's that were size proof Nickel plated 9's shoot, crimes loot I recruit the true mystics, I turn goon's futuristic We too sadistic, comin' at you with two biscuits (Chorus) |
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"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..." (Goretex) Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with dope tits Tommy Lee called, said the coke's arriving at six Got my name all in your mouth like you're 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 who aims rifles at cops I'm spiteful, fakes get left shaking like Michael J. Fox (Ill Bill) I be like the AIDS infected needle acupuncture Gangster and hustler Murderer and kidnapper suspect Rapper and dust-head From Blood red to Crip blue My shit's too 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 PJs Watching my Uncle freebase Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face I learn to love my trees laced The way the PCP tastes The way it make me see things Old school like spy bilks (?) and sheep skins As I write this 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 murkin' the President live on Channel 7 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Sabac Red) I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice My crew nice, late night at the corners we shoot dice It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, Tims, Nubuck Tanktops to koofies, groupies acting loosely Who be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that cat 'Bac Puffin' a stog(ie), 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 (Ill Bill) If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic My shit's hot like the rock fiend drop in a pipe These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch periods 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 dye bitches Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator Canarsie to Pennsylvania (Chorus) "Wild..." "Like..." "Rock...Rockstars" "Who...Who smash guitars" "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" (Goretex) Break with me you're out, bangin' with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out Hookers and bricks, gunning 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 light in the wrist, Richard Simmons 'fro with a pick Taking my record label hostage if they stoppin' my shit (Sabac Red) I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs Who stayed street but got new found love Take a Continental, drive a rental, travel the globe Non Phixion 'till 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 (Chorus: DJ Premier scratches) - repeat 2X "Coming through rocking" "Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" "Non-Phixion" "Unadulterated" "Emcees" |
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(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 into that of which was 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 (Chorus x4) |
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(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 drug abyss That sucked a hundred dicks its yo party the crowd great 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 lift a shot when the bastard wasn't lookin Threw him out then the mobster flew the chopper back to Brooklyn Chorus 2X |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
(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, When your sins are displayed and your spirit flys away, black? |
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from Non Phixion - The Green (2004)
{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*}
(Verse One) I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, even a 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 peeps - 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) {*Pete Rock scratches to end*} |
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