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Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me - текст песни, видео

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Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me - текст песни, видео

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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


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 masturbation

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 parties wit no laminents

If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin

I'm hostile for the people, fuck them devils and corruptions

Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do

They ID me due to my tattoo



Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states

A rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates

Get ya drink on, we 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 paid dues, nothin to lose, 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

Cyanide 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 Veterans, crippling souls

Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe

Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax

Why spread panic until the sabbath?

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