The C.i.a. Is Trying To Kill Me Lyrics - The Future Is Now - Non Phixion

[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, fuck them 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 

Widespread panic until the sabbath 

[Chorus]