[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Non Phixion still the real hip hop, the CIA still wanna kill me
They want to drag me in a courtroom and find me guilty
Because I reign in blood, I’m the master of puppets
That’s pulling your strings and my brain is bugged
You chumps [bad word] enough, I put you to death like Chuck Schuldiner
Among the living like Anthrax, my thugs deliver dog
Now who’s crying? Peace sells but who’s buying? [bad word] like a messiah in a fire dying
This song is K-Rock I stay hot, like Gene Simmons
In ’76 with the God of Retarded, I’m on it
Started to write your obituary, slowly rewind
Smoking pot, woke up this morning and spoke to God
He told me the world’s over, worldwide nuclear assault
Circle of tyrants bring the Celtic Frost
Gangster rappers and all types of guns
Religious fanatics and rifle nuts with platinum albums
The path I travel’s like the dragon shadow, invisible to CIA camera angles
They got files on every rap group, they killed the last man who had proof
They after me for information that I have too
 [bad word] 

I’m paranoid tell me what the f**k they asked you
You f**k around with me and I might have to blast you
The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news
Get the f**k up out my way when I pass through

I’m paranoid tell me what the f**k they asked you
You f**k around with me and I might have to blast you
The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news
f**k around with Non Phixion? That’s a bad move

[Verse 2: Sabac]

Symbolism, socialism, live life to the fullest
If they try to take mine then I’mma wave the nine and pull it
My patience [bad word] thin, spy [bad word] in
Trying to lock me down for now I have to hide the gun again
It’s punishment, the courts and prisons, the cross and Christians
I know the difference between reality and false religion
My thoughts envision freedom and peace
But the hood still breed beef and people bleed in the street
We got AIDS and cancer, teenagers crash into buildings in planes in Tampa
I can’t explain the answer, I can only stand for what I believe
Family, friends, health, wealth, good food, [bad word]  and trees
I be the one to make a fist and raise it sober or wasted
Overstand the [bad word] that you’re faced with
The water’s laced with chemicals, you can taste it
Leaves you brainsick, angry and full of hatred
Like nobody likes you now you [bad word] spiteful
Self-hate is frightful, look at the face of Michael
I fight you for justice, freedom, and equality
These creeps keep following me
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Goretex]

I’m a survivalist, they said I should’ve been dead over a year ago
With a barcode on my head God knows my intent
Thug hummers with thugs [bad word] with guns [bad word] on [bad word]  moshpits, popping collars keep it [bad word] in the club
Busting for fun, Canarsie to Spain, [bad word] with carcass parked in the rain
I see you f*****s barking the name
Fake fame you get your wig sprayed, your image is played
Stop keeping it gully, cut the Sam Kinison braid
Keep my song sweet, with light verses, like tight virgins
Out in LA I’m up in hot tubs with night nurses
Exed out, sniff the white pony, ceremony open s**t
See me through the smoke, nervous system full of opiates
MDA, shoot ‘roids like NBA blew the advance on firearms I got ten to play
Catch a facelift, your grave makeshift, face decay
Surveillance raped with broomsticks, they got tapes for days
State of the world address, NY some killers for sport
Home of the s**t talk, crack houses, prisons, and chalk
Blows against the system, Pentagon smashed
Windows inside a victim symptoms of the universe observed