[Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim We stay tight like killers up north a new religion The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters
Hook: I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" (2x)
[Verse 2] My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid And then they pray to idols made of gold Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin' Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin' Situations we escape, police station interrogation I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children
Hook (2x)
[Verse 3] I got the balls against order so many people snortin' smack It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none Throughout the mash for better cash When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing Forced to be a man before even men became men Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised That the window to the soul be directly in the eye Art of war path, I study astrology and math The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights To kids bein' raped to A&R's wid no taste To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man
Hook (2x) *scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade*
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[Verse 1] Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome I walk the path of righteous even when foul like joe peppitone The clock awoke me, it was like a quarter past six Got out of bed depressed home wid the kids talkin' bout real shit Non-Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim We stay tight like killers up north a new religion The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born thieves Impossible greed throughout the projects mothers that blow weed Dance like Sam Jackson for rocks, aim at the cops Camouflage able to sensitise devils wid red dots I take Ashem's orders keep my team closer to Mexican borders With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters
Hook: I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" (2x)
[Verse 2] My baretta will serenade displays the worldly terror devils made They spread the plague of AIDS through medicaid And then they pray to idols made of gold Drapes ya blood and mark the scroll cold Broken skulls ontop of frozen totem poles Although the world's deviled and redded I stay level headed While these other cats are way too stupid so I doubt they'll ever get it You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin' crack Jane what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin' Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin' Situations we escape, police station interrogation I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation I got the sharper sound, I fuck you up like you had chicken pox and got ya ass thrown in a piranha tank Twistin' the blitz of hot Non-Phixion cataclysm Shatter ya vision like a gat blastin' at ya children
Hook (2x)
[Verse 3] I got the balls against order so many people snortin' smack It's like I died and came back to take the presence of a rat Cause the streets that I walk is filled with garbage and traps Sure lack of funds ain't holdin' none Throughout the mash for better cash When I was ten I used to buy liquor wid no I.D Thinkin' back subliminally the store clerk was tryna kill me I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing Forced to be a man before even men became men Welfare and food stamps poor shit it made me sick Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I lived it The bitter be the winter cold fours and street wars Saw the cops raid my the block and put the gods in on force Fifteen now I'm addicted to weed and nicotine Hip hop, lots of pussy and ladies wid strife scenes Robbin' gear from Chess King doin' my thing but got caught Learn to crush ya lies within the whole structure of the thought I got barred, a j.d. card was bizarre Started buildin' with the force he put me on that I was God Travel-ing from the place on the day I realised That the window to the soul be directly in the eye Art of war path, I study astrology and math The equator symbolic to how they split us up in half From bombs in outer space to violatin' our rights To cops who shove sticks in asses in Crown Heights To kids bein' raped to A&R's wid no taste To classism to race to buck fifties on the face man
Hook (2x) *scratching of "refuse to lose" until fade*
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