The C.I.A. Is Still Trying To Kill Me (Instrumental) (исполнитель: Non Phixion)
[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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] Treat the record label like a [bad word] then rape that [bad word] 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 [bad word] I'm paranoid, tell me what the [bad word] they asked you You [bad word] around with me and Im'a have to blast you The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news Get the [bad word] up out my way when I pass through I'm paranoid, tell me what the [bad word] they asked you You [bad word] around with me and Im'a have to blast you The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news [bad word] around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move [Sabac Red] Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learn [bad word] war whole [bad word] fiends, the white house burn [bad word] pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin Military confrontation, safe , and [bad word] 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 [bad word] floor They bustin out a blunt for this [bad word] I'm number six on they list next to kiss and all these kids Cause [bad word] wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists 5 percent is caucasians thugs who [bad word] 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 [bad word] gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminents If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and [bad word] I'm hostile for the people, for those devils and [bad word] Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do They ID me due to my tattoo [bad word] [Goretex] Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] home I be smellin [bad word] 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 [bad word] the globe Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax Why spread panic until the sabbath?