The CIA Is Still Trying To Kill Me (feat. Steph Of The Deftones & Christian & Raymond Of Fear Factor
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Non Phixion still the real hip hop, the CIA still wanna kill me They want to drag me in a courtroom and find me guilty Because I reign in blood, I’m the master of puppets That’s pulling your strings and my brain is bugged You chumps have ruled enough, I put you to death like Chuck Schuldiner Among the living like Anthrax, my thugs deliver dog Now who’s crying? Peace sells but who’s buying? Crucified like a messiah in a fire dying This song is K-Rock I stay hot, like Gene Simmons In ’76 with the God of Retarded, I’m on it Started to write your obituary, slowly rewind Smoking pot, woke up this morning and spoke to God He told me the world’s over, worldwide nuclear assault Circle of tyrants bring the Celtic Frost Gangster rappers and all types of guns Religious fanatics and rifle nuts with platinum albums The path I travel’s like the dragon shadow, invisible to CIA camera angles They got files on every rap group, they killed the last man who had proof They after me for information that I have too
[Chorus]
I’m paranoid tell me what the f**k they asked you You f**k around with me and I might have to blast you The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news Get the f**k up out my way when I pass through
I’m paranoid tell me what the f**k they asked you You f**k around with me and I might have to blast you The CIA trying to kill me, we bad news f**k around with Non Phixion? That’s a bad move
[Verse 2: Sabac]
Symbolism, socialism, live life to the fullest If they try to take mine then I’mma wave the nine and pull it My patience is running thin, spy agents coming in Trying to lock me down for now I have to hide the gun again It’s punishment, the courts and prisons, the cross and Christians I know the difference between reality and false religion My thoughts envision freedom and peace But the hood still breed beef and people bleed in the street We got AIDS and cancer, teenagers crash into buildings in planes in Tampa I can’t explain the answer, I can only stand for what I believe Family, friends, health, wealth, good food, pussy, and trees I be the one to make a fist and raise it sober or wasted Overstand the bullshit that you’re faced with The water’s laced with chemicals, you can taste it Leaves you brainsick, angry and full of hatred Like nobody likes you now you become spiteful Self-hate is frightful, look at the face of Michael I fight you for justice, freedom, and equality These creeps keep following me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Goretex]
I’m a survivalist, they said I should’ve been dead over a year ago With a barcode on my head God knows my intent Thug hummers with thugs drunk with guns Drunk on drugs, moshpits, popping collars keep it crunk in the club Busting for fun, Canarsie to Spain, trunk with carcass parked in the rain I see you f*****s barking the name Fake fame you get your wig sprayed, your image is played Stop keeping it gully, cut the Sam Kinison braid Keep my song sweet, with light verses, like tight virgins Out in LA I’m up in hot tubs with night nurses Exed out, sniff the white pony, ceremony open s**t See me through the smoke, nervous system full of opiates MDA, shoot ‘roids like NBA blew the advance on firearms I got ten to play Catch a facelift, your grave makeshift, face decay Surveillance raped with broomsticks, they got tapes for days State of the world address, NY some killers for sport Home of the s**t talk, crack houses, prisons, and chalk Blows against the system, Pentagon smashed Windows inside a victim symptoms of the universe observed