[{"id":26621671,"name":"2004","trackName":"2004","artistName":"Obscure Disorder","albumName":"Rugged Radio Saturday","duration":229.253,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[MC known as Science is now known as I-Con]\n[I-Con]\nApocalyptic, born to spit it\nNiggas thinking the Lord did it\nRegardless of their efforts to be the hardest, critics\nY'all with it, if not my verbs spit shots\nGive your ass the equvalent of a stiff cock\nI'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch\nSip scotch J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT\nSpend grandly, with explosive\nSpit fire raps and holsters\nI make heat smolter with a quick draw\nVerbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls\nIf y'all think y'all can be defenders\nHit y'all with more sentences than repeat offenders\nWill we surrender? NO\nThough keep steady rocking with chances of stoppin me\nLower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly\nHow do you adore me, strips some beef which informs me\nThe fame or the army\n[Goretex]\nWith bare feet I walk the desert feelig no heat\nBeliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat\nShoot up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer\nWe never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares\nRacking mass we rock annual\nI'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal\nWith mad clout, ain't no way out\nI think I was made to degrade you\nPull your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you\nLyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for spite\nBash you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice\nNon Phixion, Obsucre we together for war\nFallout, remaining soldiers in 2004\n[A-Trak - turntablism]\n\"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n\"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n[GURU] \"You know the motherfucking situation\"\n\"Obscure\" \"Disorder\"\n\"Slapping you senseless\"\n\"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n\"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n\"Non Phixion\" \"Obscure\"\n\"Hit you with two doses of dopeness\"\n[Eclipse]\nEarly to bed, early to rise\nMake a man healthy and wise\nFor losing over sleep out of spite\nThere ain't no sunshine battling with space and time\nContinue in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime\nAnd then the plot twist, solidary game of risk\nIt's like a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate\nWell my blood coagulates between the good and the bad\nSuddenly I'm all red. so my system so sags\nDifferent state of mind, my watts emphasize on the size\nMoney bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise\nYou still wondering why, the Earth hails storms and cries\nJust one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY\nWant it back, by the bent ride\nIf you're deaf, nigga rewind\nFull slept, fill the chalkline\nO-D, is on the war crime\n[I'll Bill]\nYou gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other option\nRun up in your crib and blast ya, while your mother's watching\nShot the president, then the pope mobile\nExploded the mobil phones and global fear\nEnd of the fucking world is here, we come prepared\nPart through customs with a gat, the new shit\nYou know a laser gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver\nDrug\nFuck it, I be the I'll pilgrim\nDecaptiate MC's in such a way you had to know that I'll Bill killed them\nHarlem world tour, should have mind for you with Obscure\nSpit the pure, uncut raw coke for all of y'all\nTwo jealous cats be get fucked up quick\nStep to us you get shot stabbed knocked our or pistol whipped\nSmack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post wrapped plastic\nFat bitches with fat asses that into lap dances\nY'all that hate me, you can suck my motherfucking dick\nAsk how you could not know the name by now\nIt's Non Phixion bitch\n[A-Trak: turntablism]\n\"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n\"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n[GURU] \"You know the motherfucking situation\"\n\"Wack MC's want to flex but their styles ain't right\"\n\"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n\"Non Phixion\" \"O.D. representative\"\n\"Hold this shit down\" \"in 2004\"\n\"Non Phixion\"\n\"Brooklyn's baddest on the street\"\n\"With goons and hardrocks, but wait it's on me\"\n\"Collaborate with\" \"Dave-One\"\n\"Hey yo I'm feeling it\"\n\"'Cause this is how it should be done\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '2004'\n  artist: Obscure Disorder\n  album: Rugged Radio Saturday\n  duration_ms: 229253\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [MC known as Science is now known as I-Con]\n  [I-Con]\n  Apocalyptic, born to spit it\n  Niggas thinking the Lord did it\n  Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest, critics\n  Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit shots\n  Give your ass the equvalent of a stiff cock\n  I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch\n  Sip scotch J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT\n  Spend grandly, with explosive\n  Spit fire raps and holsters\n  I make heat smolter with a quick draw\n  Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls\n  If y'all think y'all can be defenders\n  Hit y'all with more sentences than repeat offenders\n  Will we surrender? NO\n  Though keep steady rocking with chances of stoppin me\n  Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly\n  How do you adore me, strips some beef which informs me\n  The fame or the army\n  [Goretex]\n  With bare feet I walk the desert feelig no heat\n  Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat\n  Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer\n  We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares\n  Racking mass we rock annual\n  I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal\n  With mad clout, ain't no way out\n  I think I was made to degrade you\n  Pull your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you\n  Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for spite\n  Bash you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice\n  Non Phixion, Obsucre we together for war\n  Fallout, remaining soldiers in 2004\n  [A-Trak - turntablism]\n  \"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n  \"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n  [GURU] \"You know the motherfucking situation\"\n  \"Obscure\" \"Disorder\"\n  \"Slapping you senseless\"\n  \"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n  \"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n  \"Non Phixion\" \"Obscure\"\n  \"Hit you with two doses of dopeness\"\n  [Eclipse]\n  Early to bed, early to rise\n  Make a man healthy and wise\n  For losing over sleep out of spite\n  There ain't no sunshine battling with space and time\n  Continue in obliviance, to tell you dealing with crime\n  And then the plot twist, solidary game of risk\n  It's like a death wish, this style comes so unfortunate\n  Well my blood coagulates between the good and the bad\n  Suddenly I'm all red. so my system so sags\n  Different state of mind, my watts emphasize on the size\n  Money bags stash in the Caymen Isles, more interest on the rise\n  You still wondering why, the Earth hails storms and cries\n  Just one guy with a black eye, Non Phixion from the NY\n  Want it back, by the bent ride\n  If you're deaf, nigga rewind\n  Full slept, fill the chalkline\n  O-D, is on the war crime\n  [I'll Bill]\n  You gots to murder me 'cause suicide's your only other option\n  Run up in your crib and blast ya, while your mother's watching\n  Shot the president, then the pope mobile\n  Exploded the mobil phones and global fear\n  End of the fucking world is here, we come prepared\n  Part through customs with a gat, the new shit\n  You know a laser gun, days of rubble like signing Quebec acts as a raver\n  Drug\n  Fuck it, I be the I'll pilgrim\n  Decaptiate MC's in such a way you had to know that I'll Bill killed them\n  Harlem world tour, should have mind for you with Obscure\n  Spit the pure, uncut raw coke for all of y'all\n  Two jealous cats be get fucked up quick\n  Step to us you get shot stabbed knocked our or pistol whipped\n  Smack you the fuck backwards, invisible gat post wrapped plastic\n  Fat bitches with fat asses that into lap dances\n  Y'all that hate me, you can suck my motherfucking dick\n  Ask how you could not know the name by now\n  It's Non Phixion bitch\n  [A-Trak: turntablism]\n  \"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n  \"When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic\"\n  [GURU] \"You know the motherfucking situation\"\n  \"Wack MC's want to flex but their styles ain't right\"\n  \"You know the feeling when things ain't right\"\n  \"Non Phixion\" \"O.D. representative\"\n  \"Hold this shit down\" \"in 2004\"\n  \"Non Phixion\"\n  \"Brooklyn's baddest on the street\"\n  \"With goons and hardrocks, but wait it's on me\"\n  \"Collaborate with\" \"Dave-One\"\n  \"Hey yo I'm feeling it\"\n  \"'Cause this is how it should be done\"\n"}]