Non Phixion - The C.I.A is trying to kill me Lyrics

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[Ill Bill] 
Non-Phixion be the real hip hop 
We make you wanna kill cops 
Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats 
You 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 brothers favorite 
12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous 
Leaving the muder scene blameless, drug entertainment 
Thugs that'll blaze with laser guns 
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel 
They see the same picture 
We made a biscuit do the talk and it became richer 
Nobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shit 
Treat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitch 
I keep it simple for these stupid cats 
Claiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trap 
Jesus Christ was a gangsta rapper 
They killed him then he came back and made a platinum album 
The path that travels like the dragon shadow 
Invisible to CIA camera angles 
They got a file on every rap group 
They killed the last man that had proof 
They after me for information that I have too 

[Chorus] 
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you 
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you 
The CIA tryna 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 Im'a have to blast you 
The CIA tryna kill me, we bad news 
Fuck around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move 

[Sabac Red] 
Symbolisms, socialism's live life lead, learn 
Struggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burn 
Sex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin 
Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin 
Military confrontation, safe sex, and masturbation 
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station 
Project war, spill the one verse four 
Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor 
They bustin out a blunt for this shit 
I'm number six on they list next to kiss and all these kids 
Cause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists 
5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communist 
They broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch 
They after me, what? Let me find out 
I'm not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnet 
The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminents 
If Im'a die, Im'a die bustin and strugglin 
I'm hostile for the people, for those devils and corruptions 
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do 
They ID me due to my tattoo 

[Chorus] 

[Goretex] 
Projects for straight jackets, electric shock states 
A rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates 
Get ya drink on, we build the bombs, spit in ya face 
Smart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase 
Nice spite work, the fancy knife work 
Hit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts 
I paid dues, nothin to lose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's 
When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved 
Eat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so real 
I do this for the dead, rest in peace I'm holdin you near 
Makin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off 
Support cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off 
Soldiers of merits, inherited for way back 
Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my stats 
We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments 
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines 
Pain Veterans, crippling souls 
Its gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe 
Its just my mechanics, either wit a gat or xanax 
Why spread panic until the sabbath? 

[Chorus]

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lyrics submitted by cash88 on 04-04-2006
lyrics corrected on 04-04-2006