Non Phixion - Hot97 Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1]When you enter my house of worshipYa crucifix I doubt it only ChristianityY'all recognize this my man Christ albumFlip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racistFederal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techsComputer matrix classified access throw on ya gas maskThe devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blownRoamin' the catacombs of the phantom zone(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equalityWhen the value and price of life is less than technology?They tryna call this a civil-izationBut what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stationsCease and just call it what it really isA technologically barbaric society like the Ancient RomansI see the writing on the wallThe devil killed the righteous manbut now the rest'll take the savage beast to war[Verse 2]Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceshipsAin't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placementsTeeth of a dragon, face of a lionChildren of Zion half bleeds who defacate ironBurnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible insaneUnknown intelligence son to the sun we're astral residentsBigger than rap let's make this album decadenceTurn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel AvivBuildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plateConfess stay, raw like stones on my breastplateIt seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thieveryIt's ninety six brothers use brains at low frequenciesOne time for sharp kids, killers do biblicalThere's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physicalBreak through, I be on the search for other niggazRace haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz[Verse 3]Accept the phat beats that's filled with ghetto philosophyBeatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographersThe way they take my words to the throat and dictate 'emTo they man, like they was in the lab and just made 'emFrom scratch but we can catch you on that paradeCause in the end you sound like waxThat ten other emcees madeI'm throwin' shade to the willowWhen you weepin' on the pillowWe'll know when it's time for finger printsTo be rubbed out with Brillo skillsGo through changes includin' cats that rearrange 'emSo if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'emI don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't overMy carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldierSworn to defend the faith rap monk in New TibetIf you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to getNow who's next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion
