Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me Lyrics
[Ill Bill]Non-Phixion be the real hip hopWe make you wanna kill copsCats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twatsYou feel helpless, real jealous, we killed ElvisI shot Reagan with the help of the secret serviceSuper double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famousLeaving the muder scene blameless, drug entertainmentThugs that'll blaze with laser gunsSaying what I wrote, you feel what I feelThey see the same pictureWe made a biscuit do the talk and it became richerNobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shitTreat the record label like a slut, then rape that *****I keep it simple for these stupid catsClaiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trapJesus Christ was a gangsta rapperThey killed him then he came back and made a platinum albumThe path that travels like the dragon shadowInvisible to CIA camera anglesThey got a file on every rap groupThey killed the last man that had proofThey after me for information that I have too[Chorus]I'm paranoid, tell me what the ***** they asked youYou ***** around with me and Im'a have to blast youThe CIA tryna kill me, we bad newsGet the ***** up out my way when I pass throughI'm paranoid, tell me what the ***** they asked youYou ***** around with me and Im'a have to blast youThe CIA tryna kill me, we bad news***** around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move[Sabac Red]Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learnStruggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burnSex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootinGenocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutinMilitary confrontation, safe sex, and masterbationPeace to all the homeless people livin in the train stationProject war, spill the one verse fourLock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha *****in floorThey bustin out a blunt for this shitI'm number six on they list next to kiss and all these kidsCause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communistThey broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couchThey after me, what? Let me find outI'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnetThe bastards gettin under like crowded partys wit no laminentsIf Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglinI'm hostile for the people, for those devils and corruptionsNuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they doThey ID me due to my tattoo[Chorus][Goretex]Projects for straight jackets, electric shock statesA rock could fall out, traded for royalty ratesGet ya drink on, be build the bombs, spit in ya faceSmart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chaseNice spite work, the fancy knife workHit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirtsI payed dues, nuttin to loose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2'sWhen I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures movedEat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so realI do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you nearMakin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back offSupport cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp offSoldiers of merits, inherited for way backCianide in bullets, so I should follow my statsWe too futuristic, thugs to robots, experimentsFour point restraint and my hyper cube on medicinesPain Veterins, crippling soulsIts gettin bigger now the information runnin the globeIts just my mechanics, either wit a gat or zanaxWhy spread panic until the sabbath?[Chorus]
