Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Area 51 , by - Non Phixion. Song from the album The Green CD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Area 51 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |