Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, born to it
Niggas the Lord did it
Regardless of their to be the hardest, critics
Y'all with it, if not my spit shots
Give ass the equvalent of a stiff cock
I'm hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch
Sip scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, with
Spit fire raps and
I make smolter with a quick draw
Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are spit balls
If y'all think can be defenders
Hit y'all with more sentences than repeat
Will we NO
Though keep steady with chances of stoppin me
Lower than finding a newborn able to sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, strips some beef which me
The fame or the

With feet I walk the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers up on the street, holding my meat
up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and stares
mass we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I think I was to degrade you
Pull eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to you for spite
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 things ain't right"
"When these Non niggas 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 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 space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing crime
And then the plot twist, solidary of risk
It's like a wish, this style comes so unfortunate
my blood coagulates between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my so sags
Different of mind, my watts emphasize on the size
bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the Earth hails storms and
Just one guy with a black eye, Non from the NY
Want it back, by the ride
If you're deaf, rewind
slept, fill the chalkline
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 world is here, we prepared
Part through customs with a gat, the new
You know a gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver

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

[A-Trak -
"You know the when things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas to rap on the mic"
"You know the motherfucking situation" <--
"Wack MC's want to flex but their ain't 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"