Novatore the Cyborg - The CIA is trying to k** me (REMIX) (Originally by Non Phixion) lyrics

[Verse 1: Novatore] They start the raid with the smoke grenade Renegades hit the floor like a bad Lieutenant, the federal menace The state enters, search your bedroom and your person Computers confiscated, possibilities tremendous I stay cautious, indiscretion will destroy ya Some call it paranoia but they've never pulled a caper I love treason ,I'll burn the flag just to pa** the time Poverty to crime is like the pen is to the paper We in a battlefield like ancient roman stadiums And every things fair game except the chat logs in my adium Counter surveillance got me playing like I'm ignorant I keep up with the vigilance- ready to get belligerent I get reckless, snatch your necklace and your kangol hat I mangle cats, and leave my adversaries breathless But f** it! one day well all kick the bucket If were destined for the caskets then we're best to cause a ruckus Robotic living, white time cards and slave wages Rules and regulations, friends and family stuck in cages If they get me come and see me in the big house But don't sit too close cause criminality's contagious [Cho 2x's] Im paranoid tell me what the f** they ask you You f** around with me and ima have to blast you The CIA tryina k** me, we bad news Get the f** up out my way when I pa** through [Verse 2: Seizure] I'm from a monstrous abyss Where many are left fatherless Carca**es laid out and left unnamed like Parkinson's A narcissistic arsonist, burnin but hoping that its prosperous Cause my consciousness is prominent From nauseous compliments No common sense like vacancy of occupants Lacking cognizance, this cities a black hole that's bottomless For whack flows there's consequence Crack bones of weaker populace For eager profits the pigs are the prophetless Pickets stock for protest while they're pick'n the pocketless No Big and Pac'n this, modern day artists are androgynous A sign of the apocalypse? Nah just a sign that reads to put an end to it Cause theres No benefit Nothing to reckon with, You better neglect it quick Cause this lyrical specialist Will put an end to the cultures pessimists I'm defending this, leader of the exodus Aesthetics of an Al-Qaida terrorist Funded by Americans Those who don't believe, We'll nuke em quick I'm breaking bread and drinkin blood as if receiving the Eucharist Nah I ain't new to this, I'm fueling this with feudalists They call me lunatic, for not givin into consumerists [Cho 2x's] Verse 3: Novatore] Camera culture drones and blue lights we in the future The point of no return, like Dahmer after Steven Hicks Takin risks, we still move in dark nights And find ways to hit stores and move bricks I keep my ear to the ground like I'm Holyfield I'm always on the lookout won't get caged foley Pigs play positions like they're batman and robin The good cop the bad cop like great scott and holy moley I'm allergic to snitches, cats, and all churches I think a bag of sh** probably serves a better purpose Media scares rarely blossoms to fruition Unheard of like suburban kids who run guns and snatch purses Mad verses..i k** a magistrate so rapidly I give em cavities and feed em peeps until their teeth decay Haven't bought into the hype since back in y2k My enemies shut their mouth, lockjaw- TMJ DOA. like narcoleptics in a car garage Deadlier than frances plague Marseilles bon voyage Put me on quarantine and up your does of medicine Adrenaline, couldn't stop you cats from turning skeletons