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