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Non Phixion - No Tomorrow lyrics
[Talking]
 Yo you dealin' wid militant goons ya know what I'm sayin?
 Necro on the track, peace and love to BK
 Far Rock, drop it
 [Verse 1]
 I stash concealables under my underables, fuck them other crews
 I got a hundred goons bustin' you wid puncture wounds
 Nothin' but rage, nineteen ninety nine the world change
 Now it seem, the devil leaves the righteous man slain
 With the brain function, weak and callin'
 Reproduction, revolution, assassination, execution, collision
 It's best to find my religious credential politicians
 Devil's decisions populate prisons
 Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my place
 Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face
 These police they, motivate, drug market maneuvers
 Gat shooters, visionary military computer operation specialist
 My intelligence breeds benevolence
 Subtract infested cam of the inheritence 
 No evidence, gunshots like three blast
 Dippin' out the back wid the jet black ski mask
 Can't indentify, who he?, you can't see
 Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be
 My mind be, venturin' into territories
 Eighteen hundred and twenty five days end of story
 Hook:
 Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow
 Everytime I flow it's like there's no tomorrow
 I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrowNon Phixion - No Tomorrow - http://motolyrics.com/non-phixion/no-tomorrow-lyrics.html
 You don't wanna mess around there's no tomorrow
 (2x)
*scratching of* "Nah kid" "It's only a matter of time"
 [Verse 2]
 It's Abraham baggin' grams on a beach in France
 Militia dancer my Tony Sicero stance exaggerated
 And overblow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook
 Born to menace, my hop wid Christ, bootless bandits on the streets
 Bless beats wid treats strictly grimey, for all my peeps
 Non-Phixion, incredible goons bringin' the legacy
 Shit, meaner than actresses rockin' dope on vasectomies
 I represent like Canarcy argue
 Quick to stick a party, intoxicated from Bacardi
 Real shit, legit like pigs who carry biscuits
 Intrinsic, like your kind of mind in your compress kit
 Don't risk it, like Mumia before a caper
 Upstate lats get buried, on two point five acres
 A crook wid line plus my alibi designed to jerk
 Housing officials and feds lookin' for tech nines
 I been through more shit than Rocky Dennis
 Or Craig Mack's blemish, emcees suck mine and then replenish
 Back in Iceland we handy wid the gadgets
 Crime ridden like jackers extortin' karats I'm savage
 Keep it rugged like Tommy
 Waco will play ya devastation
 And sixty X's for my nation
Hook (2x)











