Non-Phixion: I shot Reagan

Chorus One: Non-Phixion Yeah yeah I shot Reagan, fuck a pagan ate falafel with Menachem Begin Who the fuck is Carl Sagan? Chorus Two: Non-Phixion I'm the space invader Ill hieroglyphic translation navigator Read your thoughts, make you think we chill then I blast you later We burn the fuckin flag I shot the Devil down like we in Baghdad His wife's the hostage Her bodyparts up in a grab bag Now watch the gun blast, holdin your chest, marked for death The President's been shot, somebody notify the press It's all Reaganomics, welfare, weapons and drugs The government is thugs, that's why the leader caught a slug Handle your business, ? the writing get us on your wishlist My mind's the sickest, ? Devils on my shitlist Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady election then infected your mind was unprotected You think me approachin you with a knife looks bad It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all plaid Keep the muskets up in the bookbag, and when a crook stabs you in the brain, verbally you feel like you dog tagged The mental grave, with you buried under the dug plot The walk-in drug spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what? Chorus One 2X [Non-Phixion] Super secret surveillance assailants, Hebrews in Kansas Wrap you up in bandage, mummified stitch weapons I brandish Like ??, coffins airtight, mucus in vessels Russian Roulette with bloody headbands, Christopher Walken type ?? to parts unknown, rockin the jewel throne like Solomon, I killed your congressman with two stones Best in the fuckin country, Israeli camou' dressed bummy Ghetto guerillas, religious cats be thinkin Muncie My solar sect stretch throughout rocks like Stan Goetz and my vestibule bang on my chest from bad sess Go and challenge or battle, get skull-fucked, but don't be sore God ultimately saves those whose motive is pure .. Chorus One 2X [Non-Phixion] We Elohim, alien reign in my cranium They locked me in a sanitarium, behind walls of titanium Fifty-One forbidden classified spy Area Doctors from Nigeria, Lebanon interior South Bronx, I walk through epochs and airlocks Disengagin doorways into time, breakin cellblock number 13 The Earth scene, reverse gleam, a life beyond, humanoid existence from light-year distances I navigate rip the fabric of space in this race against time Transmit a message backwards through the phone lines Control minds with fairly common alien technocracy We laugh at your misguided principals and prophecies My species shapeshift, take on the form of an Earthling If I fail to return back home, alert the King Bring the reinforcements, program the telport coordinates My spatial origin's the starting point begin your voyage into mystery, strange universes, strange history Yeah I shot your fuckin President, you know my steez! Not Public Enemy, except we non-fiction, Non-Phixion Positive and negative because the world's a contradiction Chorus One Chorus Two Chorus One Chorus Two