The C.I.A. Is Still Trying To Kill Me

Non Phixion 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 rewind
 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 files 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
 Symbolism, socialism, live life to the fullest
 If they try to take mine then I'mma wave the nine and pull it
 My patience is running thin, spy agents coming in
 Trying to lock me down for now I have to hide the gun again
 It's punishment, the courts and prisons, the cross and Christians
 I know the difference between reality and false religion
 My thoughts envision freedom and peace
 But the hood still breed beef and people bleed in the street
 We got AIDS and cancer, teenagers crash into buildings in planes in Tampa
 I can't explain the answer, I can only stand for what I believe
 Family, friends, health, wealth, good food, pussy, and trees
 I be the one to make a fist and raise it sober or wasted
 Overstand the bullshit that you're faced with
 The water's laced with chemicals, you can taste it
 Leaves you brainsick, angry and full of hatred
 Like nobody likes you now you become spiteful
 Self-hate is frightful, look at the face of Michael
 I fight you for justice, freedom, and equality
 These creeps keep following me
 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, moshpits, 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 my song sweet, with light verses, like tight virgins
 Out in LA I'm up in hot tubs with night nurses
 Exed out, sniff the white pony, ceremony open shit
 See me through the smoke, nervous system full of opiates
 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 for days
 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