Non Phixion

Non Phixion - Doo Wop Freestyle lyrics

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[Verse One]

I got the, double-barreled microphone in my grips

And let alone chips, fallin down steps and breakin hips

We on some MC shit, we battle to the death

Ask KRS, how many suckers he dissed just to get respect

That's what it's all about, fuck the money

We snatchin thousand dollar chains offa throats, still dressin bummy

Whether you're intellectual or a fuckin dummy

We comin through, ain't nuttin sweet and ain't nuttin funny

My mindframe's like jumpin backwards out of planes

Fuck the fame, I'd rather keep a level head within this deadly game

Twistin the bliss on hot Non Phixion cataclysm

Shattered your vision like a gat blastin at your children



[Verse Two]

I had evil thoughts from ancient pain

They stabbed me, put a chip in my brain, and told me to pray

So I don't think the same

My body sings of extensions alien

The mic's my only weapon

Walkin the streets with sick Israelians

Abundant, a one-time Democratic consultant

Public housin gone and obvious strains of Satan's comin

Camou' and leaves, don't breathe, one in my head

I took a look around and smelled the defecation in red

Harry gorilla Hebrew DeLouise stee', runnin in fatso

Bloody vasco', hard to earn like Donnie Brasco

You brothers heard me, walkin on eggs like Bruno Kirby

Shittin on Feds, fine germ me on how they livin with scurvy

None of you rappers worthy, buried in crooks, I bury books

Apocalyptic Doo Wop when Non Phixion hit you with jooks



[Verse Three]

Doo Wop, tape master, massive attack

Counteract, set the door, be free to strike the playback

Non Phixion, five times mad, planet Uranus

Nameless MC can suck a dick to make him famous

Truth lies within the eyes of one spirited thought

Reach seven speeches of the thesis done by Melachi York

Our crucial day and time, beware the thin ice and short lines

Plus the trendy who be usin revolution in they rhymes

Phony bastards!  Make me fuckin SICK with all that shit!

If you really for the cause, then meditate through conflict

And if you not, then you not, FUCK YOU, but keep it true

And if you are, then you'd help to free Mumia Abu!
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