Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying to Kill Me lyrics
[Non Phixion - The C.I.A. Is Trying to Kill Me lyrics]
Non Phixion be the real Hip-Hop
We make you wanna kill cops cats hate me
'cause they know I fingered they girls' twat
They 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 brother's favorite
12 gauge waving, aiming at your brain
Strange Universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the murder scene blameless
Drug entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, they feel what I feel
They see the same picture
We make the biscuit do the
Talking and became richer
Nobody gets a record deal
You gotta take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut
And then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid cats
Claiming you knew the facts, but in reality
You were trapped
Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back
And made a platinum album
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're 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
Symbolism, socialism, live life, lead, learn
Struggle war hold drug fiends
The White House burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom, love
Young guns be shooting
Genocide, revolution, lost souls prostituting
Military confrontation
Safe sex and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people
Living in the train station
Project wars, building one vs four
Lock the door, burn the disc
Now everybody hit the motherfucking floor
Brrr, they bust and I'm a
Glutton for this shit
I'm number six on they list next
To KISS and Marley's kids
'Cause, I run with Asians
Latinos and Black fists
Five-percenters, Caucasians
Thugs who live communist
They broke in my house
Planted bugs in all my lamps and my couch
They after me (what?) let me find out
I'm not having it
My rap attract the service like a magnet
The bastards get nothing like private
Parties with no laminates if I'mma die
I'mma die busting and struggling
I'm hustling for the people
Fuck them devils and corruptions
Nothing for nothing
Ain't it something how they do?
They ID me due to my tattoo
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
Projects for straight jackets
Electro-shock states a rock could fall out
Traded for royalty rates
Get your drink on, we building bombs
Spit in your face
Smart to change cars like cruise
The block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Christ Non Phixion
Striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothing to lose
Steady busting off weapons in twos
When I come home I be
Smelling shit and furniture's moved
Eat a slug, take some weight off
I live this for real
I do this for the dead, rest in peace
I'm holding you near making up time
Twelve years we on tour we blow your back off
Support cats that jack the car seats
And tear your scalp off
Soldiers of merit's inherited from way back
Cyanide dipped bullets
So I should follow my stats
We too futuristic, thugs to robots
Experiments four point restraint and my
Hypercube on medicines
Pain veterans, crippling souls
It's getting bigger now the
Information running the globe
It's just my mechanics
Either with a gat or Xanax
Widespread panic until the Sabbath
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
We make you wanna kill cops cats hate me
'cause they know I fingered they girls' twat
They 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 brother's favorite
12 gauge waving, aiming at your brain
Strange Universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the murder scene blameless
Drug entertainment
Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns
Saying what I wrote, they feel what I feel
They see the same picture
We make the biscuit do the
Talking and became richer
Nobody gets a record deal
You gotta take that shit
Treat the record label like a slut
And then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid cats
Claiming you knew the facts, but in reality
You were trapped
Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper
They killed him then he came back
And made a platinum album
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're 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
Symbolism, socialism, live life, lead, learn
Struggle war hold drug fiends
The White House burn
Sex, pain, fear, freedom, love
Young guns be shooting
Genocide, revolution, lost souls prostituting
Military confrontation
Safe sex and masturbation
Peace to all the homeless people
Living in the train station
Project wars, building one vs four
Lock the door, burn the disc
Now everybody hit the motherfucking floor
Brrr, they bust and I'm a
Glutton for this shit
I'm number six on they list next
To KISS and Marley's kids
'Cause, I run with Asians
Latinos and Black fists
Five-percenters, Caucasians
Thugs who live communist
They broke in my house
Planted bugs in all my lamps and my couch
They after me (what?) let me find out
I'm not having it
My rap attract the service like a magnet
The bastards get nothing like private
Parties with no laminates if I'mma die
I'mma die busting and struggling
I'm hustling for the people
Fuck them devils and corruptions
Nothing for nothing
Ain't it something how they do?
They ID me due to my tattoo
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
Projects for straight jackets
Electro-shock states a rock could fall out
Traded for royalty rates
Get your drink on, we building bombs
Spit in your face
Smart to change cars like cruise
The block I do it for chase
Nice spite work, the fancy knife work
Hit to Christ Non Phixion
Striking prison Ice shirts
I paid dues, nothing to lose
Steady busting off weapons in twos
When I come home I be
Smelling shit and furniture's moved
Eat a slug, take some weight off
I live this for real
I do this for the dead, rest in peace
I'm holding you near making up time
Twelve years we on tour we blow your back off
Support cats that jack the car seats
And tear your scalp off
Soldiers of merit's inherited from way back
Cyanide dipped bullets
So I should follow my stats
We too futuristic, thugs to robots
Experiments four point restraint and my
Hypercube on medicines
Pain veterans, crippling souls
It's getting bigger now the
Information running the globe
It's just my mechanics
Either with a gat or Xanax
Widespread panic until the Sabbath
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