Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, to spit it
Niggas thinking the did it
Regardless of 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 still hot, despite the ice of a watch
Sip J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT
grandly, with explosive
Spit fire raps and
I make heat smolter with a draw
Verbal fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If y'all think can be defenders
Hit y'all with more than repeat offenders
Will we NO
Though keep steady rocking chances of stoppin me
Lower than finding a newborn able to take calmly
How do you adore me, strips some which informs me
The or the army

With bare feet I walk the feelig no heat
Beliefs of live up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth we rejoice in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke
mass we rock annual
I'm coming out, I'm that son of a shocking cannibal
mad clout, ain't no way out
I I was made to degrade you
Pull 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 head be on ice
Non Phixion, Obsucre we for war
Fallout, remaining in 2004

- turntablism]
"You know the feeling things ain't right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas to rap on the mic"
"You the motherfucking situation" <-- guru
"Obscure" "Disorder"
"Slapping you senseless"
"You know the feeling when ain't 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
There ain't no battling with space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you with crime
And then the plot twist, solidary of risk
It's like a wish, this style comes so unfortunate
Well my coagulates 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 stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise
You still wondering why, the hails storms and cries
Just one guy with a eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the bent
If you're deaf, rewind
slept, fill the chalkline
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me suicide's your only other option
Run up in your crib and ya, while your mother's watching
the president, then the pope mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and global
End of the fucking world is here, we come
Part through customs 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 have mind for you with
the pure, uncut 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 post wrapped
Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap
Y'all that hate me, you can suck my dick
Ask how you not know the name by now
It's Non bitch

- 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 want to flex but their styles ain't right"
"You know the feeling 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 is how it should be done"