[Ill Bill]Non-Phixion be the real hip hopWe make you wanna kill copsCats hatin, \'cause they know I finga girls twatsYou feel helpless, real jealous, we killed ElvisI shot Reagan with the help of the secret serviceSuper double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I\'m too famousLeaving the muder scene blameless, drug entertainmentThugs that\'ll blaze with laser gunsSaying what I wrote, you feel what I feelThey see the same pictureWe made a biscuit do the talk and it became richerNobody gets a record deal, you gotta take that shitTreat the record label like a slut, then rape that bitchI keep it simple for these stupid catsClaiming you the facts, but in reality, you a trapJesus Christ was a gangsta rapperThey killed him then he came back and made a platinum albumThe path that travels like the dragon shadowInvisible to CIA camera anglesThey got a file on every rap groupThey killed the last man that had proofThey after me for information that I have too[Chorus]\nI\'m paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you\nYou fuck around with me and Im\'a have to blast you\nThe CIA tryna kill me, we bad news\nGet the fuck up out my way when I pass through\nI\'m paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you\nYou fuck around with me and Im\'a have to blast you\nTheCIA tryna kill me, we bad news\nFuck around with Non-Phixion thats a bad move\n\n[Sabac Red]\nSymbolisms, socialism\'s live life lead, learn\nStruggle war whole drug fiends, the white house burn\nSex, pain, fear, freedom love, young guns be shootin\nGenocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin\nMilitary confrontation, safe sex, and masterbation\nPeace to all the homeless people livin in the train station\nProject war, spill the one verse four\nLock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor\nThey bustin out a blunt for this shit\nI\'m number six on they list next to kiss and all thesekids\nCause I run wit Asians, Latinos and Black fists\n5 percent is caucasians thugs who live communist\nThey broke in my house, planted bugs in ma lamps and my couch\nThey after me, what? Let me find out\nI\'m not havin it, My rap attract the service like a magnet\nThe bastards gettin under like crowdedpartys wit no laminents\nIf Im\'a die, Im\'a die bustin and strugglin\nI\'m hostile for the people, for those devils and corruptions\nNuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do\nThey ID me due to my tattoo\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Goretex]\nProjects for straight jackets, electric shock states\nA rock could fall out, traded for royalty rates\nGet ya drink on, be build the bombs, spit in ya face\nSmart to change cars like cruise the block I do it for chase\nNice spite work, the fancy knife work\nHit to Chirst Non-Phixion striking prison Ice shirts\nI payed dues, nuttin to loose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2\'s\nWhen I comehome I be smellin shit and furnitures moved\nEat a slug, take some weight off, I lit it so real\nI do this for the dead, rest in peace I\'m holdin you near\nMakin on time, 12 years we on tour we blow you back off\nSupport cats that jack the car seats and tear ya scalp off\nSoldiers of merits, inherited for way back\nCianide in bullets, so I should follow my stats\nWe too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments\nFour point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines\nPain Veterins, crippling souls\nIts gettin bigger now the information runnin the globe\nIts just my mechanics, either wit a gat or zanax\nWhy spread panic until the sabbath?\n\n[Chorus] bill, c.i.a., cia, goretex, hip-hop, ill, is, kill, me, non, phixion, rap, red, sabac, the, to, trying