It`s Us

[Chorus]<br>It`s the N-O-N, P, H, I, X, I-O-N [x4]<br><br>[Ill Bill]<br>What does that spell? It spell Non Phixion my friend<br>The Future Is Now, nuclear shower y`all powerball<br>I devour all, buildings collapse, towers fall<br>Killers with gats, millions of carnivores start the war<br>I shoot rocket launchers riding on dinosaurs<br>Flying saucers meet the Bible`s author<br>Reveal alien tribal culture<br>Who the sign of DNA structure<br>Genetic functions will me made into that of which was God`s construction?<br>Now bust the combustion Big Bang<br>Gangbangers that spit slang<br>Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools<br>Jesus knew, he was thugged out too<br>A bugged out dude, a loose cannon<br>In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions<br>I spit like Muhammed and Moses<br>Ganja smokin, thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious<br>I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy prognosis<br>It`s Ill Bill, my reality`s my psychosis<br><br>[Chorus x4]<br><br>[Goretex]<br>What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend<br>A brave new world, the slave for more gods to men<br>Bars of phlegm so therapeutic it`s part of the end<br>The way I spit pain it`s hard to pretend, hardly depends<br>Sticking up delis for quick chips and starving again<br>Our marketing plan`s guarantee I`ll be parking a Benz<br>My words are like carcinogens, we be starting the trends<br>I sharpen the edge with sixteen bars to defend<br>The arm, leg, leg, arm, head God is HaShem<br>Non Phixion extra-terrestrials, Martians with Tims<br>Smart as the dead, we at war with the Narcs and the Feds<br>Uncle Howie sparkin the stem with the positive grin<br>Napalm shots, Israeli camo, ammo with the car bomb<br>I don`t exist, close the garage and leave the car on<br>Amen, suicide watch and state pen<br>Street trilogy, one love I`ll see you again<br><br>[Chorus x4]<br><br>[Sabac Red]<br>What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my friend<br>These predicaments got me thinking, spitting again<br>Living a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths<br>Been on house arrest<br>Lost control, tortured soul depressed<br>Watch how foul it gets<br>Suicidal thoughts, wrists slit, it`s overdose<br>Wigs split, mixed with coke, fix the road a comatose<br>Eyes bulging, mind swollen, my spirit left the physical<br>Burning skin, return again, redeem the breath of miracles<br>You`re born suspects, we love porn sex<br>The drug Ex make the thugs get wild and bust sets<br>Like a gangsta, our music stimulates your brain<br>Make you wanna bang something start to create change<br>I`m hard to breathe, just before the gods and the thieves<br>If we want peace then why is it so hard to achieve?<br>I believe in us, when you faggots sleep on the gods<br>Uncle Howie, Non Phixion bitch, we beating the odds<br><br>[Chorus x4]