It's Us Lyrics - The Future Is Now - Non Phixion

[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 

[Chorus x4]