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* released in limited quantities to promote "The Future is Now" [Verse 1: Ill Bill] When you enter my house of worship Your crucifix, I doubt it Only Christianity I recognize is my man Khrist's album Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast (Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown Roamin' the catacombs of the phantom zone (Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality When the value and price of life is less than technology? They tryna call this a civil-ization But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations Cease and just call it what it really is A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans I see the writing on the wall The devil killed the righteous man But now the rest'll take the savage beast to war [Verse 2: Goretex] Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships Ain't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placements Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron Burnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible insane Unknown intelligence son to the sun we're astral residents Bigger than rap let's make this album decadence Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plate Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery It's ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical Break through, I be on the search for other niggas Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggas [Verse 3: MC Serch] I step to Fat Beats, it's filled with ghetto philosophers Beat lovers and derelicts plus urban stenographers The way they take my words to their throat and dictate 'em To they man, like they was in the lab and just made 'em From scratch but we can catch you on that parade Cause in the end you sound like wax That ten other emcees made I'm throwin' shade to the willow When you weepin' on the pillow We'll know when it's time for finger prints To be rubbed out with Brillo skills Go through changes includin' cats that rearrange 'em So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get Now who's next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion
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