Lyrics to There Is No Future :
(feat. Necro)
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I ride in LA
We party with the stars & the starfuckers
And everybody love us
Yeah I do cocaine yeah I love to drink
Love to get my d*** sucked in these drugs to think
It's sick
And snorting school bucks
Jews, Muslims, Christians
What the f***'s the difference?
We all want money, drugs & b******
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 m************ listen
[Chorus: x5]
There is no future, the future is now
It's non-phixion; we're coming at you like pow
[Necro]
Your future is morbidity
Like Martha Stewart's fluids
The new s*** 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 splatered your falling
Now gravity's your enemy
Shooting a bullet through your head
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 remoter erasing your life
Elimination, the message is stored
I got a fascination for a**asination
Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered is Jackie on acid s***edom
When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy
Or some more to ya or dasity or an o*****
From dying on crosses to spying more ships
The future is present, peasant
Wake up or stay lying with corpses
[Chorus]
[Goretex]
Alien vihab, the L vine hover the drug backet
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrics
Digital d***, out for cheddar bled on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pat about it
A planet that turns actors to crack f*****s
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & 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 I see students
Metal detectors & dogs putting frost on intruders
I'm flashing my teeth, legal now for stashing your E
My cyborgs ill, this bad b**** with a** that speaks
Put it down with Charlie to eat, God part 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 till heaven repeats
[Chorus]
[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 r*****ed
The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits
Non phixion's back b****, roll out the red carpet
I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens
A lost presence got me corrupt in hard sessions
Like deaths in the family, my method's insanity
A mixed consienceness 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 & authors
Warriors, terrorists, confessors & college & lawyers
Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers
Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters
There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug s***
You're loving on your enemy, pull your gat and bust it BAM
(feat. Necro)
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I ride in LA
We party with the stars & the starfuckers
And everybody love us
Yeah I do cocaine yeah I love to drink
Love to get my d*** sucked in these drugs to think
It's sick
And snorting school bucks
Jews, Muslims, Christians
What the f***'s the difference?
We all want money, drugs & b******
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 m************ listen
[Chorus: x5]
There is no future, the future is now
It's non-phixion; we're coming at you like pow
[Necro]
Your future is morbidity
Like Martha Stewart's fluids
The new s*** 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 splatered your falling
Now gravity's your enemy
Shooting a bullet through your head
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 remoter erasing your life
Elimination, the message is stored
I got a fascination for a**asination
Half the nation saw Kennedy murdered is Jackie on acid s***edom
When I'm rapping it's like an autopsy
Or some more to ya or dasity or an o*****
From dying on crosses to spying more ships
The future is present, peasant
Wake up or stay lying with corpses
[Chorus]
[Goretex]
Alien vihab, the L vine hover the drug backet
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrics
Digital d***, out for cheddar bled on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pat about it
A planet that turns actors to crack f*****s
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & 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 I see students
Metal detectors & dogs putting frost on intruders
I'm flashing my teeth, legal now for stashing your E
My cyborgs ill, this bad b**** with a** that speaks
Put it down with Charlie to eat, God part 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 till heaven repeats
[Chorus]
[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 r*****ed
The guards get involved with some of the harshest mosh pits
Non phixion's back b****, roll out the red carpet
I spar with legends, pray to the stars & crestens
A lost presence got me corrupt in hard sessions
Like deaths in the family, my method's insanity
A mixed consienceness 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 & authors
Warriors, terrorists, confessors & college & lawyers
Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers
Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters
There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug s***
You're loving on your enemy, pull your gat and bust it BAM