[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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Copy to Clipboard: [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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