Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, born to it
Niggas the Lord did it
of their efforts to be the hardest, critics
Y'all with it, if not my verbs shots
your ass the equvalent of a stiff cock
I'm hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch
Sip J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT
grandly, with explosive
Spit raps and holsters
I make heat smolter with a quick
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast raps are mere spit balls
If think y'all can be defenders
Hit y'all with more sentences repeat offenders
we surrender? NO
Though keep steady rocking with chances of me
than finding 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 walk the desert feelig no
of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in
We care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we annual
I'm coming out, I'm bastard son of a shocking cannibal
mad clout, ain't no way out
I think I was to degrade you
Pull eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change 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, soldiers in 2004

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

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

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
the pure, uncut raw coke for all of y'all
Two cats be get fucked up quick
Step to us you get stabbed knocked our or pistol whipped
Smack you the fuck backwards, gat post wrapped plastic
Fat bitches with fat asses that lap dances
Y'all that me, you can suck my motherfucking dick
Ask how you not know the name by now
It's Non Phixion

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