Non Phixion - There Is No Future lyrics

(Ill Bill) How can I make a clear decision in the haze of d**? 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 starf**ers And everybody love us Yeah I do c**aine yeah I love to drink Love to get my dick s**ed in these d** to think It's sick And snorting school bucks Jews, m**ms, Christians What the f**'s the difference? We all want money, d** & b**hes Anybody that doesn't rubs me suspicious I don't trust none of y'all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police or the justice system Peace to whoever's a hustler locked up in prison See you when you get home We gonna puff the ism The future is right now Y'all motherf**ers 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 sh** I kick is putrid Like Bea Arthur's pubics Jump off the roof and dive headfirst into the concrete Till the meat splits and blood red squirts There's no brawling with the strategy of energy Your cavity splatered your falling Now gravity's your enemy Shooting a bullet through your head Is all it takes to make you dead? Put a gat to your head Only thing left to do is pull it Simple like pressin record I'm the remoter erasing your life Elimination, the message is stored I got a fascination for a**asination Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered is Jackie on acid spacedom When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy Or some more to ya or dasity or an orgasm From dying on crosses to spying more ships The future is present, peasant Wake up or stay lying with corpses (Chorus) (Goretex) Alien vihab, the L vine hover the drug backet Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrics Digital dick, out for cheddar bled on the mattress Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pat about it A planet that turns actors to crack f*ggots 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 b**h with a** that speaks Put it down with Charlie to eat, God part of my speech Godfather, dust blunts, the Judge Dredd of the streets The Wizard of Goth, forensic, a legend that speaks Sporting nipples like symbols till heaven repeats (Chorus) (Sabac Red) I'm not just a rapper, I'm an artist, I pound the hardest Bars tha shot the globe to make the dope sound retarded The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits Non phixion's back b**h, roll out the red carpet I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens A lost presence got me corrupt in hard sessions Like d**hs in the family, my method's insanity A mixed consienceness with a twist of profanity We plan to be some of the sickest riches in the business We mean business from the start to the finish This is for the presidents, drug dealers, scholars & authors Warriors, terrorists, confessors & college & lawyers Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug sh** You're loving on your enemy, pull your gat and bust it BAM