A Bullet Never Lies

A bullet never lies

It always tells the truth

My words are gunshots that

Influence the youth

Assassinate presidents like John Wilkes Booth

Put the message in the barrel

Of your gun then

Fuck the Source, fuck XXL

Fuck any media machine

Or magazine that front on my team

Word to my comrades in the struggle

Peace to HHC for putting me

And Necro on their cover

Your favorite rappers are Non Phixion fans

Your wifey is an ILL Bill groupie

With my dick in her hand

United and dead-set

These young hoes wanna fuck me

Excited like rednecks at gun

Shows in Kentucky

I rocked soccer stadiums in Bogota

Saw ten-thousand Colombians screaming

"Non Phixion, god!"

Don't be confused

This ain't that bullshit you listen to

We that shit that your bitch

Finger her pussy to

Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare

Songs for hardcore goons

The rest of y'all scared

It's that radioactive green chronic

In the blunt music brooklyn homie

Run up and pop you with a gun music

Break it down for the blind, the brainwashed

Religious politicians and thugs pray

To the same God

Bloods and Crips, Democrats, Republicans

Red and blue states to represent

The sets they're running with

Other gangs play the game too

A blood named George Bush and his

Team smoked the entire Hussein crew

Classic example of former friends

Turned to rivals

Words of the Bible inspires murder

Turn to survival

Die for your set, bang for Muhammad and Jesus

A shitty public school system and

A car that's decent i'm an American

I need a blowjob and a pizza

So I'll overthrow you for oil

MasterCards and Visas

This is a motherfucking siege and slaughter

Another story of war

A holy vision of the purity and glory before

I warned you before about

Leviathan and biochips

And about the second coming

Of the Messiah shit

About the motherfucking mark of the beast

About the CIA distributing the

Crack in the streets a savage with beef

Leave your body wrapped in a sheet

He from Brooklyn, I'm from Philly

We was trapped in the streets

My rap is complete

With everything from clappers and heat

Pay us homage as you're praying

At your enemy's feet

That's why none of y'all can

Feel the God's real pain

And none of y'all will never

Know God's real name

Me and Bill is like the lightning and thunder

Like in 1985, Iron Mike and his hunger

A trifling brother

Give me the weed and the 'caine

So I can chop it up in

Pieces and distribute the pain

I know that that's some ignorant

Shit to be saying

But if I was you and you was me

Then you would spit it the same

You viciously maimed

Bleeding in a visceral flame

Till your spirit enter in

A metaphysical plane