The Future Is Now
Album - 23 aprile 2002 - Debaser id 30020

[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 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 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

[Chorus]

[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, for those 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? [Chorus]

{*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 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*}

"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 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

(Ill Bill)
Like the aids infected needle acupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
Wrap her in ??, 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

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] - repeat 2X
"Coming through rocking"
"Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" (Inspectah Deck)
"Non-Phixion"
"Unadulterated"
"Emcee's"

(Sabac Red)
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

(Ill Bill)
If I say Rockstar, 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...Rockstars"
"Who...Who smash guitars"

Chorus 1x

(Goretex)
Break with me your 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

(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
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

[Chorus] - 2x

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*}

[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

(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*)

(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)

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