Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, born to it
thinking the Lord did it
Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest,
Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit
Give your ass the equvalent of a cock
I'm still hot, the ice of a wrist watch
Sip scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, explosive
Spit fire and holsters
I heat smolter with a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere balls
If y'all think can be defenders
Hit y'all with sentences than repeat offenders
we surrender? NO
Though steady rocking with chances of stoppin me
Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy
How do you adore me, some beef which informs me
The fame or the

With bare feet I the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke
Racking mass we annual
I'm coming out, I'm bastard son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I I was made to degrade you
Pull your eyes brains and out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I you, but I'm going to smash you for spite
Bash you with mics, before the be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, remaining soldiers in

- turntablism]
"You the feeling when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion start to rap on the mic"
"You know the situation" <-- guru
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You know the feeling when things right"
"When these Non niggas start to rap on the mic"
"Non Phixion" "Obscure"
"Hit you two doses of dopeness"

Early to bed, to rise
Make a man healthy and
For losing over out of spite
ain't no sunshine battling with space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing with
And then the plot twist, solidary game of
It's like a death wish, this style so unfortunate
Well my blood between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my so sags
Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the
You still why, the Earth hails storms and cries
one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the bent
If you're deaf, rewind
Full slept, the chalkline
O-D, is on the war
[Ill
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only option
Run up in your crib and ya, while your mother's watching
the president, then the pope mobile
Exploded the mobil and global fear
End of the fucking world is here, we come
Part customs with a gat, the new shit
You know a laser gun, days of rubble signing Quebec acts as a raver

Fuck it, I be the ill
Decaptiate MC's in such a way you had to know that Ill Bill them
Harlem world tour, should mind for you with Obscure
Spit the pure, uncut raw coke for all of
Two jealous cats be get fucked up
Step to us you get shot stabbed our or pistol whipped
Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap
Y'all that hate me, you can my motherfucking dick
Ask how you could not the name by now
It's Non Phixion

- turntablism]
"You know the feeling things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion start to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <--
"Wack MC's want to flex but their styles right"
"You know the feeling when ain't right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <--
"Hold shit down" "in 2004"
"Non Phixion" and cut up
"Brooklyn's on the street"
"With goons and hardrocks, but wait on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause this is how it be done"