[Ill Bill]
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Non-Phixion be the real hip hop
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We make you wanna kill cops
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Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga they girls twats
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You feel helpless, real jealous, we killed Elvis
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I shot Reagan with the help of the secret service
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Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
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12 gauge waving, aimin at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
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Leaving the murder scene blameless, drug entertainment
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Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns
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Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel
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They see the same picture
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We made a biscuit do the talk and it became richer
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Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit
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Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch
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I keep it simple for these stupid cats
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Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
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Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper
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They killed him then he came back and made a platinum album
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The path that travels like the dragon shadow
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Invisible to CIA camera angles
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They got a file on every rap group
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They killed the last man that had proof
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They after me for information that I have too
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[Chorus]
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I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
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You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
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The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news
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Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
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I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
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You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
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The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news
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Fuck around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move
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[Sabac Red]
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Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learn
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Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burn
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Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin
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Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin
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Military confrontation, safe sex, and masturbation
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Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station
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Project war, spill the one verse four
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Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor
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They bustin out a blunt for this shit
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I'm number six on they list next to kiss and marley's kids
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Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists
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5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communist
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They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch
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They after me, what? Let me find out
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I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnet
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The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminents
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If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin
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I'm hostile for the people, fuck them devils and corruptions
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Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do
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They ID me due to my tattoo
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[Chorus]
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[Goretex]
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Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states
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A rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates
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Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, spit in ya face
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Smart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase
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Nice spite work, the fancy knife work
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Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts
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I paid dues, nothin to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's
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When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
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Eat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so real
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I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you near
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Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off
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Support cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off
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Soldiers of merits, inherited for way back
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Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my stats
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We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments
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Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
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Pain Veterans, crippling souls
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Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe
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Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax
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Why spread panic until the sabbath?
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[Chorus]
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The C.I.A. Is Trying To Kill Me
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Non Phixion |