No Tomorrow Lyrics - Singles - Non Phixion

[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 sorrow 

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)