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Chorus Non-Phixion
Yeah yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a
ate with Menachem Begin
Who the fuck is Sagan?
Two: Non-Phixion
I'm the invader
Ill translation navigator
Read thoughts, make you think we chill
I blast you later
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We the fuckin flag
I shot the Devil down like we in
His wife's the
Her bodyparts up in a bag
Now watch the gun blast, holdin chest, marked for death
The President's been shot, somebody the press
all Reaganomics, welfare, weapons and drugs
The government is thugs, that's why the caught a slug
your business, we're writin Yiddish on your wishlist
My the sickest, deknowledged devils on my shitlist

Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady
then your mind was unprotected
You think me approachin you with a looks bad
It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all
Keep the muskets up in the bookbag, and when a stabs
you in the brain, verbally you feel like you took
The mental grave, one Jew buried under the dug
The walk-in spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what?
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Super secret surveillance assailants, in Kansas
Wrap you up in bandage, mummified stitch I brandish
trucks and bum, coffins airtight, mucus in vessels
Russian with bloody headbands, Christopher Walken type
A +Deerhunter+, unknown, rockin the jeweled throne
like Solomon, I killed congressman with two stones
Best in the country, Israeli camou' dressed bummy
Ghetto guerillas, religious cats be Muncie
My solar sect stretch throughout like Stan Goetz
and my vestibule bang on my chest bad sess
Come and or battle, get skull-fucked, but don't be sore
God ultimately saves those whose motive is
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We Elohim, alien in my cranium
They locked me in a sanitarium, behind of titanium
Fifty-One forbidden classified spy
Doctors from Nigeria, and Syria
South Bronx, I through epochs and airlocks
Disengagin doorways into time, cellblock number 13
The Earth's seen the first of life beyond humanoid existence
from light-year
I navigate rip the fabric of space in this race time
Transmit a message backwards through the lines
Control minds fairly common alien technocracy
We laugh at misguided principals and prophecies
My shapeshift, take on the form of an Earthling
If I fail to back home, alert the King
Bring the reinforcements, program the telport
My spatial origin's the point begin your voyage
into mystery, universes, strange history
Yeah I shot your President, you know my steez!
Not Public Enemy, we non-fiction, Non-Phixion
Positive and negative the world's a contradiction
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