Non Phixion - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

[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