Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Still Trying To Kill Me lyrics
[Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Still Trying To Kill Me lyrics]
Non Phixion's 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 have ruled 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?
Crucified 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 We Rot
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 a file on every rap group
They killed the last man who 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 I
Might have to blast you
The CIA trying to 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 I
Might have to blast you
The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Non Phixion
That’s a bad move
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 drunk with guns
Drunk on drugs, mosh pit's
Popping collars keep it crunk in the club
Busting for fun, Canarsie to Spain
Trunk with carcass parked in the rain
I see you faggots barking the name
Fake fame you get your wig sprayed
Your image is played stop keeping it gully
Cut the Sam Kinison braid
Keep your song sweet
My life verses like tight virgins
Out in LA i’m up in
Hot tubs with night nurses
Ex-ed out, sniff the white pony
Ceremony open shit see me through the smoke
Nervous system full of opiates
The 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 today
State of the world address
NY some killers for sport
Home of the shit talk, crack houses, prisons
And chalk
Blows against the system, Pentagon smashed
Windows inside a victim symptoms
Of the universe observed
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 have ruled 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?
Crucified 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 We Rot
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 a file on every rap group
They killed the last man who 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 I
Might have to blast you
The CIA trying to 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 I
Might have to blast you
The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Non Phixion
That’s a bad move
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 drunk with guns
Drunk on drugs, mosh pit's
Popping collars keep it crunk in the club
Busting for fun, Canarsie to Spain
Trunk with carcass parked in the rain
I see you faggots barking the name
Fake fame you get your wig sprayed
Your image is played stop keeping it gully
Cut the Sam Kinison braid
Keep your song sweet
My life verses like tight virgins
Out in LA i’m up in
Hot tubs with night nurses
Ex-ed out, sniff the white pony
Ceremony open shit see me through the smoke
Nervous system full of opiates
The 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 today
State of the world address
NY some killers for sport
Home of the shit talk, crack houses, prisons
And chalk
Blows against the system, Pentagon smashed
Windows inside a victim symptoms
Of the universe observed