Non-Phixion: Area 51

[Verse One] Sabac I let loose, claimin truths is consequential Paranoid MC's divin in {?} like Yentl Think I got a pencil, to blacklist devils movin the Rosewood With Singleton, we stop a flow good Whippleton killer top biller for G's, Non Phixion sleepers with jeans Never fall asleep, lace Pall Mall, a final call like cattle disease Rip mics, stab with wordplay Dipped like sherm stay, my school clothes bloody from swordplay If I had a nation, I'd be a Mason, like Cosby Rap oddysey don't stop cause I'm kamikaze Gut a fuck Nazi, spill the beat son, and take five I can show you sides, of humans of most bastard homicides Killers walk free, juiced off Hennessy P So Benet Ramsey {?} me on LSD You dicks are stupid, consider humans chopped up on Euclid You can't prove it, puppy dog eyes like Droopy [Verse Two] An awful calamity, I have the FBI after me They barely batter me, because I speak on how they data be corrupted, I use a disguise inside they eyes See the day, 7/4, meaning jungle of the lies Samurai sci-fi, Shanghai to C.I. Rabbis in God fill my pock' with dragonflys and Geminis Brooklyn, home of the Dodgers, Russian massages Where thugs be coppin guns and kids are aged without they fathers [Verse Three] My lyrics twist like bamboo sticks It be {?} African headhunting cannibals, running down your avenue Stabbin you, Goretex vexed, in Xanadu Two thousand two we here to rock for food and praise and God and gratitude Missile command latitudes, blastin dudes Askin youse, over there yeah you, how can we tear through invisible prison cells, the projects where we dwell has, many traps, that we must avoid, or we'll be destroyed Sometimes people don't really take the time to think about the consequences, and so they wind up locked behind fences And that's by far the worst case of all scenarios Don't let the devil get your soul