[I-Con]   Apocalyptic, born to spit it   Niggas thinking the Lord did it   Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest, critics   Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit shots   Give your ass the equvalent of a stiff cock   I'm still hot, despite the ice of a wrist watch   Sip scotch J and B, flow type dynamite, TNT   Spend grandly, with explosive   Spit fire raps and holsters   I make heat smolter with a quick draw   Verbal four fifth y'all, contrast your raps are mere spit balls   If y'all think y'all can be defenders   Hit y'all with more sentences than repeat offenders   Will we surrender? NO   Though keep steady rocking with chances of stoppin me   Lower than finding a newborn able to take sodomy calmly   How do you adore me, strips some beef which informs me   The fame or the army   [Goretex]   With bare feet I walk the desert feelig no heat   Beliefs of dangers live up on the street, holding my meat   Shoot up the Earth that we rejoice in prayer   We never care, and groupie tours are busting enema bags and coke stares   Racking mass we rock annual   I'm coming out, I'm that bastard son of a shocking cannibal   With mad clout, ain't no way out   I think I was made to degrade you   Pull your eyes brains and veins out, to watch you change you   Lyrically I raised you, but I'm going to smash you for spite   Bash you with mics, before the head be stashed on ice   Non Phixion, Obsucre we together for war   Fallout, remaining soldiers in 2004      [A-Trak - turntablism]   "You know the feeling when things ain't right"   "When these Non Phixion niggas start to rap on the mic"   "You know the motherfucking situation"