Refuse To Lose Lyrics - Singles - Non Phixion

[scratching of the words "Refuse to lose"] 

[Verse 1] 

Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome 

I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone 

The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six 

Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit 

Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim 

We stay tight like killers up north a new religion 

The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves 

Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed 

Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops 

Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots 

I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders 

With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters 

Hook: 

I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" 

I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" 

(2x) 

[Verse 2] 

My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made 

They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid 

And then they pray to idols made of gold 

Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold 

Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles 

Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed 

While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it 

You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that 

It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack 

Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin' 

Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin' 

Situations we escape, police station interrogation 

I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation 

I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox 

and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank 

Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm 

Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children 

Hook (2x) 

[Verse 3] 

I GOT COMPULSIVE DISORDER so many people snortin' smack 

It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat 

Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps 

Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none 

Throughout the mash for better cash 

When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D 

Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me 

I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing 

Forced to be a man before even men became men 

Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick 

Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick 

I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it 

All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it 

The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars 

Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force 

Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine 

Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes 

Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught 

Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought 

I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre 

Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God 

Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised 

That the window to the soul be directly in the eye 

Art of war path, I study astrology and math 

The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half 

From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights 

To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights 

To kids bein' raped to A&R's wid no taste 

To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man 

Hook (2x) 

*scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade*