Luyện nghe bài hát Obscure Disorder

Apocalyptic, to spit it
Niggas thinking the did it
Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest,
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 scotch J and B, flow dynamite, TNT
Spend grandly, explosive
Spit raps and holsters
I make heat smolter with a draw
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 steady rocking with chances of stoppin me
Lower finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly
How do you adore me, strips beef which informs me
The fame or the

With bare feet I the desert feelig no heat
Beliefs of live up on the street, holding my meat
Shoot up the Earth that we in prayer
We never care, and groupie tours are enema bags and coke stares
Racking mass we 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 your brains and veins out, to watch you change you
Lyrically I raised you, but I'm to smash you for spite
Bash you with mics, before the head be on ice
Non Phixion, we together for war
Fallout, remaining in 2004

- turntablism]
"You know the feeling when 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 things right"
"When these Non Phixion niggas to rap on the mic"
"Non Phixion" "Obscure"
"Hit you two doses of dopeness"

Early to bed, early to
Make a man healthy and
For losing over sleep out of
There ain't no sunshine battling space and time
Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing crime
And the plot twist, solidary game of risk
It's like a death wish, style comes so unfortunate
Well my blood between the good and the bad
Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so
Different state of mind, my emphasize on the size
Money bags 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
it back, by the bent ride
If you're deaf, nigga
Full slept, the chalkline
O-D, is on the war
Bill]
You gots to murder me suicide's your only other option
Run up in crib and blast ya, while your mother's watching
Shot the president, then the mobile
Exploded the mobil phones and fear
End of the world is here, we come prepared
Part through customs with a gat, the new
You a laser gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver

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

[A-Trak -
"You know the 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 styles right"
"You know the feeling when things right"
"Non Phixion" "O.D. representative" <--
"Hold shit 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"