Текст песни Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me

The Future Is Now
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Non Phixion
Альбом: The Future Is Now
Длительность: 04:22
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[Ill Bill] Non-Phixion be the real hip hop We make you wanna kill cops Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed Elvis I shot Reagan with the help of the secret service Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite 12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous Leaving the muder scene blameless, drug entertainment Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel They see the same picture We made a biscuit do the talk and it became richer Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch I keep it simple for these stupid cats Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trap Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper They killed him then he came back and made a platinum album The path that travels like the dragon shadow Invisible to CIA camera angles They got a file on every rap group They killed the last man that had proof They after me for information that I have too [Chorus] I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news Fuck around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move [Sabac Red] Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learn Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burn Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin Military confrontation, safe sex, and masterbation Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station Project war, spill the one verse four Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor They bustin out a blunt for this shit I'm number six on they list next to kiss and all these kids Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists 5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communist They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch They after me, what? Let me find out I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnet The bastards gettin under like crowded partys wit no laminents If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin I'm hostile for the people, for those devils and corruptions Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do They ID me due to my tattoo [Chorus] [Goretex] Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states A rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates Get ya drink on, be build the bombs, spit in ya face Smart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase Nice spite work, the fancy knife work Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts I payed dues, nuttin to loose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved Eat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so real I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you near Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off Support cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off Soldiers of merits, inherited for way back Cianide in bullets, so I should follow my stats We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines Pain Veterins, crippling souls Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or zanax Why spread panic until the sabbath?
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