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 shots
Give ass the equvalent of a stiff cock
I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist
Sip J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, explosive
fire raps and holsters
I heat smolter with a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere balls
If y'all y'all can be defenders
Hit with more sentences than repeat offenders
Will we NO
Though keep steady rocking with of stoppin me
Lower than a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you me, strips some beef which informs me
The or the army

With bare feet I the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my
up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke
Racking we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a cannibal
mad clout, ain't no way out
I think I was to degrade you
your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for
Bash you with mics, before the be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, we together for war
Fallout, remaining in 2004

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

Early to bed, to rise
Make a man healthy and
For losing sleep out of spite
There ain't no sunshine battling with space and
in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime
And then the plot twist, solidary game of
It's like a death wish, this style comes so
my blood coagulates between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
Different state of mind, my watts on the size
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the
You still wondering why, the hails storms and cries
one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the ride
If you're deaf, nigga
Full slept, fill the
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
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, the pope mobile
the mobil phones and global fear
End of the fucking is here, we come prepared
through customs with a gat, the new shit
You know a laser gun, days of like signing Quebec acts as a raver

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

[A-Trak -
"You know the feeling things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Wack MC's want to 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 it's on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause this is how it be done"