Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1]

When you enter my house of worship

Ya crucifix I doubt it only Christianity

Y`all recognize this my man Christ album

Flip the pages of Isis Papers killin` racist

Federal agents, roll up rockin` masks with they techs

Computer matrix classified access throw on ya gas mask

The devil`s bash flash reflected off the lights gats blast

(Hopes to those) Leavin` ya inner deep with ya chromosomes blown

Roamin` the catacombs of the phantom zone

(Ask yourself) How can we obtain true equality

When the value and price of life is less than technology?

They tryna call this a civil-ization

But what the hell is civilized about buildin` weapons and space stations

Cease and just call it what it really is

A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans

I see the writing on the wall

The devil killed the righteous man

but now the rest`ll take the savage beast to war



[Verse 2]

Remember rules of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships

Ain`t no probin` wid metal processors temperature placements

Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion

Children of Zion half bleeds who defacate iron

Burnt in flames we firin` robots and the bible insane

Unknown intelligence son to the sun we`re astral residents

Bigger than rap let`s make this album decadence

Turn mass to energy, medicine and telepathy, conspiracy, Tel Aviv

Buildin` the food pyramid type heart with the left plate

Confess stay, raw like stones on my breastplate

It seems to me they all had hands in Nazi thievery

It`s ninety six brothers use brains at low frequencies

One time for sharp kids, killers do biblical

There`s two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical

Break through, I be on the search for other niggaz

Race haters and prostitutes just as sinful as jail niggaz



[Verse 3]

Accept the phat beats that`s filled with ghetto philosophy

Beatlovers and derelicts plus servant stenographers

The way they take my words to the throat and dictate `em

To they man, like they was in the lab and just made `em

From scratch but we can catch you on that parade

Cause in the end you sound like wax

That ten other emcees made

I`m throwin` shade to the willow

When you weepin` on the pillow

We`ll know when it`s time for finger prints

To be rubbed out with Brillo skills

Go through changes includin` cats that rearrange `em

So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill `em fore I claim `em

I don`t see Jehovah tellin` you that it ain`t over

My carb take the eye of the storm, through this soldier

Sworn to defend the faith rap monk in New Tibet

If you want the holy doctrine tell `em we this crew to get

Now who`s next, uh, it`s Non-Phixion, Non-Phixion