Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Non Phixion

[Verse 1] 

When you enter my house of worship 

Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity 

Y'all recognize this my man Christ album 

Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin' racist 

Federal agents, roll up rockin' masks with they techs 

Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask 

The devil's bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast 

(Hopes to those) Leavin' ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown 

Roamin' the catacombs of the phantom zone 

(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality 

When the value and price of life is less than technology? 

They tryna call this a civil-ization 

But what the hell is civilized about buildin' weapons and space stations 

Cease and just call it what it really is 

A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans 

I see the writing on the wall 

The devil killed the righteous man 

but now the rest'll take the savage beast to war 

[Verse 2] 

Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships 

Ain't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placements 

Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion 

Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron 

Burnt in flames we firin' robots and the bible insane 

Unknown intelligence son to the sun we're astral residents 

Bigger than rap let's make this album decadence 

Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv 

Buildin' the food pyramid type heart with the left plate 

Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate 

It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery 

It's ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies 

One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical 

There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical 

Break through, I be on the search for other niggaz 

Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz 

[Verse 3] 

Accept the phat beats that's filled with ghetto philosophy 

Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographers 

The way they take my words to the throat and dictate 'em 

To they man, like they was in the lab and just made 'em 

From scratch but we can catch you on that parade 

Cause in the end you sound like wax 

That ten other emcees made 

I'm throwin' shade to the willow 

When you weepin' on the pillow 

We'll know when it's time for finger prints 

To be rubbed out with Brillo skills 

Go through changes includin' cats that rearrange 'em 

So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em 

I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over 

My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier 

Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet 

If you want the holy doctrine tell 'em we this crew to get 

Now who's next, uh, it's Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion