Non Phixion - Four W's lyrics
[Non Phixion - Four W's lyrics]
Why haven't you learned anything?
It's all there
It's all there in Toynbee and
Those books on the shelf!
Suppression breeds violence!
You're going to raise the curfew an hour?
Will you look outside? You see that kid?
Last week he just wanted to get laid!
Now he wants to kill somebody!
Check the scary facts, look at where we at
Terrorists, proletariats
Known to carry gats so we interact
Take you back: 1492
The Devil sent over a crew
In America the Devil grew
To the current time now the
Politician be the devilish, forever rich
Barbarian heretic, forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals of war on
Trial pleading the fifth
And the mental slavery continues
If it was food it'd be their
Favorite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate your mind state
But all I see is the fucking crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely CarMichael
Sharper than stainless steel sherrigan
And tie your weaponry
Walking the West Bank like
A desert storm veteran
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in
Two thousand and two? What?! (scratching)
"Take these words home and think it through"
I wanna be the catalyst
For every street lyricist
I wanna see this movement like
It was in eighty six
I free every son from crimes he ain't commit
I want Persians on the guillotine
With they neck split
I sell the Brooklyn bridge to
A Saudi for an Audi
And I'd say, it was proper-ty
Of the Kings County
I reverse the effects of physical neglect
I want whores in front of mirrors
Asking where's my self respect
I want Ralph Lauren to get
Down with Karl Kani
Have rodeo drives smack in
The middle of Southside
I really want the Latin quarterback open
A pack of Newports for fifty cent
And a quarter for a token
Sabac hold the style of rap chemist
Environmentalist
Feel the highlights of life through
The roots of John Flugen caught in clenches
The moon shape is in a quarter
Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the
Stress of a New Yorker
Check the laws of Orca
The holy token's how we built it
Life's filled with smoke and piss
And drinking sharp cold it
Four and three sixty for Non
Phixion be the obvious
We handle jakes, eliminate fakes
Stay alive in this
Survivalist overcome reflections of
My inner demons
My mind relates to crime like
Fertile eggs relate to semen
I close my eyes like I was deceased
Envision peace then refuel from the
Sun in the east
This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen
It or you will end-er you
My temperaments foul like tenements
I feel you sensitive
The ghetto horror deep within prophecies
Planning your own arrest like Jesus
Tell me you stopping me
Jerusalem sun down on the hill
Three bodies suspended crookedly
They booking me, my back's against the wall
With words they pushing me it's stated
Like righteous kings in the line of David
Never Mercedes all them others made
They got me jaded
Facing the agony victorious call me Maccabees
Apocalyptic, hexing my rivalries
Through chemistry drama time
Shooting shy guys rocking econolon
Shooting, no peeking
Tryna catch Gore tripping on punch lines
It's all there
It's all there in Toynbee and
Those books on the shelf!
Suppression breeds violence!
You're going to raise the curfew an hour?
Will you look outside? You see that kid?
Last week he just wanted to get laid!
Now he wants to kill somebody!
Check the scary facts, look at where we at
Terrorists, proletariats
Known to carry gats so we interact
Take you back: 1492
The Devil sent over a crew
In America the Devil grew
To the current time now the
Politician be the devilish, forever rich
Barbarian heretic, forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals of war on
Trial pleading the fifth
And the mental slavery continues
If it was food it'd be their
Favorite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate your mind state
But all I see is the fucking crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely CarMichael
Sharper than stainless steel sherrigan
And tie your weaponry
Walking the West Bank like
A desert storm veteran
Why?! Why you feel the need to hold me down?
Who?! Who the hell is you to think you down?
Where?! Where you gonna be in
Two thousand and two? What?! (scratching)
"Take these words home and think it through"
I wanna be the catalyst
For every street lyricist
I wanna see this movement like
It was in eighty six
I free every son from crimes he ain't commit
I want Persians on the guillotine
With they neck split
I sell the Brooklyn bridge to
A Saudi for an Audi
And I'd say, it was proper-ty
Of the Kings County
I reverse the effects of physical neglect
I want whores in front of mirrors
Asking where's my self respect
I want Ralph Lauren to get
Down with Karl Kani
Have rodeo drives smack in
The middle of Southside
I really want the Latin quarterback open
A pack of Newports for fifty cent
And a quarter for a token
Sabac hold the style of rap chemist
Environmentalist
Feel the highlights of life through
The roots of John Flugen caught in clenches
The moon shape is in a quarter
Twenty heads just got slaughtered from the
Stress of a New Yorker
Check the laws of Orca
The holy token's how we built it
Life's filled with smoke and piss
And drinking sharp cold it
Four and three sixty for Non
Phixion be the obvious
We handle jakes, eliminate fakes
Stay alive in this
Survivalist overcome reflections of
My inner demons
My mind relates to crime like
Fertile eggs relate to semen
I close my eyes like I was deceased
Envision peace then refuel from the
Sun in the east
This rap may shatter your faith or strengthen
It or you will end-er you
My temperaments foul like tenements
I feel you sensitive
The ghetto horror deep within prophecies
Planning your own arrest like Jesus
Tell me you stopping me
Jerusalem sun down on the hill
Three bodies suspended crookedly
They booking me, my back's against the wall
With words they pushing me it's stated
Like righteous kings in the line of David
Never Mercedes all them others made
They got me jaded
Facing the agony victorious call me Maccabees
Apocalyptic, hexing my rivalries
Through chemistry drama time
Shooting shy guys rocking econolon
Shooting, no peeking
Tryna catch Gore tripping on punch lines