Non Phixion - 89.9 Promo lyrics

Word up, Doo Wop live, '97
Non Phixion revolutionaries
No medic'll agree?
For original rights, time and place
Earth or space 2004, we at war
Oppressed verse the oppressor
Recognized word up
Respect Doo Wop, counteractin the revolution

We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die
So long as we alive keep
It movin like a driveby
We can stack dough sky high
Listen one to five, 89 tec 9, it's all live
We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die
So long as we alive keep
It movin like a driveby
We can stack dough sky high
Listen one to five, 89 tec 9, it's all live

Yeah, yeah I shot Reagan, plus I shot Nixon
Non Phixion
Fuck up competition like nine-car collision
Now your arm's missing
You look like the drummer from Def Leppard
The walkin talkin death weapon
I jump into headspins
Peace to the X-Men, 89 tec motherfuckin 9
I wrote a hundred fuckin rhymes
About these troubled times
Fuck up your head like when your mother dies
Non Phixion, Lord Sear, Cucumber Slice!

The quartet
Drop you at your parent's doorstep
It's G-13 and Mr goretex, government issue
Run in your chick, Israeli pistols
I'm here to diss you
All them rhymes that you spit on
Your shit don't really fit you
Non Phixion, we move like rock stars
We burnin cop cars
Dust cigars, try to top ours
Howie he got charged runnin a label
I twist tit's like twin driedels
I'm takin the stage
Pissed the fuck off between cables

I spit with confidant, zero tolerance
Splashin continents
Future escapades, torch the bible dominant
Prominent, loose at your barricade
Crash your masquerade rip your mask off
Make you wish you never stayed
You fuckin bitch
I make your fuckin moms between her tit's
You paganist, rockin Avirex
Suckin dick and smokin dips
KCR, Lord Sear, plus Bobbito, Garcia
Non Phixion and we the fuck up outta here!