Doo Wop Freestyle

Non Phixion

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    [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

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    [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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