Non Phixion

Non Phixion - Beutiful Mind lyrics

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[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]
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Language: English

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