[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs
Prostitutes and guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I ride in LA
We party with the stars and the starfuckers
Ey'body love us
Yeah I do cocaine, yeah I love to drink
Love to get my dick sucked and need drugs to think
Killing my brain cells with pills, rot my lungs with spliffs
Over Necro production, fuck her and the drugs is sick
Exploding school buses, Jews, Muslims, Christians
What the fuck's the difference?
We all want money, drugs, and bitches
Anybody that doesn't rubs me suspicious
I don't trust none of y'all, I don't trust religion
I don't trust the police or the justice system
Peace to whoever's a hustler locked up in prison
See you when you get home, we gonna puff the ism
The future is right now, y'all motherfuckers listen

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
[Verse 2: Necro]
Your future is morbidity
Like Martha Stewart's fluids
The new shit I kick is putrid
Like Bea Arthur's pubics
Jump off the roof and dive headfirst into the concrete
Till the meat splits and blood red squirts
There's no brawling with the strategy of energy
Your cavity splattered your falling
Now gravity's your enemy
Shooting a bullet through your brain
Is all it takes to make you dead?
Put a gat to your head
Only thing left to do is pull it
Simple like pressin' record
I'm the remote erasing your life
Elimination, the message is stored
I got a fascination for assassination
Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered is Jackie Onassis faced 'em
When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy
Awesome, audio audacity, or an orgasm
From dying on crosses to spying more ships
The future is present, peasant
Wake up or stay lying with corpses

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
[Verse 3: Goretex]
Alien rehab, with L. Ron Hubbard the drug packer
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patricks
Digital dick, out for cheddar bled on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pat about it
A planet that turns actors to crack faggots
We in the Benz hearse macking P-Funk and Black Sabbath
Playing it off, stinking like I'm bathing a corpse
Getting frisked by pigs in my Porsche like I'm David Lee Roth
It's the new mutants, torched your school like high C students
Metal detectors and dogs putting frost on intruders
I'm flashing my teeth, legal now for stashing your E
My cyborgs ill, this bad bitch with ass that speaks
Put it down with Charlie to eat, God pardon of my speech
Godfather, dust blunts, the Judge Dredd of the streets
The Wizard of Goth, forensic, a legend that speaks
Sporting nipples like symbols of war till heaven repeats

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
There is no future, the future is now
It's Non Phixion, we coming at you like blaow
[Verse 4: Sabac Red]
I'm not just a rapper, I'm an artist, I pound the hardest
Bars tha shot the globe to make the dope sound retarded
The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits
Non Phixion's back, bitch, roll out the red carpet
I spar with legends, pray to the stars and crescents
A lost presence got me corrupt in hard sessions
Like deaths in the family, my method's insanity
I mix consciousnesses with a twist of profanity
We plan to be some of the sickest riches in the business
We mean business from the start to the finish
This is for the presidents, drug dealers, scholars and authors
Warriors, terrorists, confessors and college and lawyers
Fathers & mothers, children, sisters and brothers
Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches and busters
There's no justice, I'm on some freedom by the thug shit
You loving, know your enemy, pull your gat and bust it