Non Phixion - The End of the World lyrics
[Non Phixion - The End of the World lyrics]
Solar system, supernova, kingdom come
Victims run
I stand here energized like Hamas
My posse terrorize whole villages
After warfare see decapitated heads
As holy images my religion is, Hip-Hop
Staying alive with the slingshot
Sands of Palestine battle rhymes
Scatter sands of time
Man declines as I rise divine
Like the star shine i stay in line
Like the constellations in the sky
Out the mind
My astral plane travelled thoughts unravel
Like ancient carpets beneath the
Feet of pharaohs
Arrows pierce the narrow-minded
These devils trying to keep our fam divided
But we still stick together while
These other cats are blinded
By the trick knowledge
Yeah we be saying stop the violence
But, if it get to deep
Then murk the president's designs
Got the secret service walking up and
Down the street mad nervous
Fed suckers surveillance tape for what I
Say from out the circuit's
Y'all don't speak the truth
See that sniper standing on the roof?
He's receiving messages through radio
Waves in his tooth
(Unidentifiable Hebrew) that's all I need to
Say to kill this devil
Check the scary facts of where we at
It's on the illest level
Check the scary facts of the where we at
(where we at)
Check the scary facts of the where we at
(where we at)
Check the scary facts of the where we at
(where we at) check the scary facts of the
Where we at "WAKE UP!"
Ashem's the man of war interpret
The verse what you expect?
Take a look around where men in
Black suit's strapping with Tecs
I stand infinite like the old
Earth through death and birth
The devil washed our brain to kill
Over turf and net worth
Staying resourceful like
Literature reprinted, live it
Military to blow off your
Head like race gimmicks
Wipe that stupid grimace
We'll be dominating when earth finish
Knowledge is danger peep moving
Targets like Roy Innis
It keeps me wise of the climate of Israel
Patching Ford vans just like in goon
Flicks get out some fish tails
Walkie talkies checking backgrounds
And signing ledgers
Paparazzi steez watching my seeds
For tight measures
It be the same people cocaine
Kings flipping on us
Ain't got no airplanes but plenty of
Gats that we can bust
Ain't nothing rule but money
Except holy forces above me
Disappear gear packed with the fam
And flee the country