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
Give ass the equvalent of a stiff cock
I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist
Sip scotch J and B, type dynamite, TNT
grandly, with explosive
Spit raps and holsters
I make smolter with a quick draw
four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls
If think y'all can be defenders
Hit y'all with sentences than repeat offenders
Will we NO
keep steady rocking with chances of stoppin me
Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy
How do you adore me, strips some beef which me
The fame or the

With bare feet I the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of dangers up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we in prayer
We never care, and tours are busting enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we annual
I'm out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal
With mad clout, no way out
I think I was to degrade you
Pull your eyes brains and out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm to smash you for spite
Bash you with mics, the head be stashed on ice
Non Phixion, we together for war
Fallout, remaining in 2004

- turntablism]
"You the feeling when 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 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
a man healthy and wise
For losing sleep out of spite
There ain't no battling with space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you with crime
And the plot twist, solidary game of risk
It's like a death wish, this style comes so
Well my coagulates between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the
Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more on the rise
You still why, the Earth hails storms and cries
Just one guy a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY
Want it back, by the ride
If deaf, nigga rewind
slept, fill the chalkline
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only option
Run up in your crib and ya, while your mother's watching
Shot the president, then the mobile
Exploded the mobil 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 rubble like signing Quebec as a raver

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

[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 MC's want to flex but their ain't right"
"You the feeling 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 and hardrocks, but wait it's on me"
"Collaborate with" "Dave-One"
"Hey yo I'm it"
"'Cause this is how it be done"