The Entree Songtext - Obscure Disorder

"Yo nothing but the hotness whenever we drop this"
"514 are the coordinates"
"Yo nothing but the hotness whenever we..."
"Drooooop" <-- Pharcyde
"Hit me" *scratched by A-Trak*
Lgoik

[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
You 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

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
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