Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

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

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

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

Early to bed, to rise
Make a man and wise
For losing over sleep out of
There ain't no sunshine battling space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing crime
And then the plot twist, solidary of risk
like a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate
Well my coagulates between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
Different state of mind, my emphasize on the size
Money stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the Earth hails and cries
one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the bent
If you're deaf, nigga
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
[Ill
You gots to murder me 'cause your only other option
Run up in crib and blast ya, while your mother's watching
Shot the president, then the mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and fear
End of the world is here, we come prepared
Part through customs a gat, the new shit
You know a laser gun, days of rubble like signing acts as a raver

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

- turntablism]
"You know the when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion start to rap on the mic"
"You know the situation" <-- guru
"Wack MC's to flex but their styles ain't right"
"You know the when things ain't right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <--
"Hold this 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"