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The Entree
Obscure Disorder

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[MC known as Science is now known as I-Con] "Yo nothing but the hotness whenever we drop this" "514 are the coordinates" "Yo nothing but the hotness whenever we..." [Pharcyde] "Drooooop" "Hit me" [scratched by A-Trak] Logik [Logik] O.D. shit, start at the beginning like birth I plant my seed first, all legiondary thoughout the Earth I spit my true worth, y'all talk shit at the very least I make my people rise up, I lace my lyrics with yeast I highlight like a feltpen, get felt like a highlighter I'm that same cat that turned rhyme cats to rhyme biters Frontliners to Flatliners I made die hard soldiers camaflague with eye liner But these shot fire, to spit ashes Linguistically attract masses, physically slap you backwards LyricsYou whole style awkward, game predictable like clockwork Show your colours man, hike up that skirt Yeah, you bust premature when you heard Obscure's a skin pigment Imagine that, the main figment Stay distant, 'cause we wild like Serengetti Get ready, niggas are useless like biscuits on safety [CHORUS: Obscure Disorder] We make it hot If the stakes is high, raise the stocks If hard knocks is still with us, raise your glocks If you got love for your niggas, raise the blocks We from Mont Real, bringing the real, blaze the spots We make it hot If the stakes is high, raise the stocks If hard knocks is still with us, raise your glocks If you got love for your niggas, raise the blocks We from Mont Real, bringing the real, blaze the spots [I-Con] Sit back and incinerate Expect the bigger rate if I reinerate, just one line Niggas better have your back 'cause I hunt spines With clutch rhymes at crunch time, unexpected Introduce y'all to what the Montreal dialect is I sword methods, shaking down your small weapons Fuck Lugers[?], you die sooner with chokers jokers[?] I shoot maneuvers, I like bathed with new consumers Your laws are like intercourse when I jerk off you had be better off Set 'em off to the trench at any expense Past present and future I be rapping intense Didn't get the double meaning, think of strong arm and musclin' me Try that shit, and have you raching your demise that quick Colliding on me is like you'll deciding to be A marked man, run down by an unmarked van Abort your plans, to blow on you, you an unarmed man Couldn't rock a charm if you had one in your hand [CHORUS] [Eclipse] Casually walking in on my own Usually don't give a fuck who's around, having dialogues in my dome Suddenly I felt the light change, I could chill on my bone Try to conceal it to my surprise see reality shown Once were rags and riches, played with sticks and stones Opened my eyes seen your lies now your cover was blown This do or die shit was like a dice game and I couldn't explain it Mercy on a nigga that was dropped on this planet Shit is manic causing panic in static Like wearing skirts in the casually zone Look at us, Kings and Queens that have became from the throne Scientist clones, human beings in my face I'm really seeing morning noon, day and night From January to December, it's like an apocalyptic site See I thought I read the book, I guess the title wasn't right, aight [A-Trak cutting and scratching beat] [CHORUS] What! From Lyrics Mania