Originally Posted by OMB & Nos to the beat 'Non Phixion - Its us'

Check it..
[Nos]
Come with us, & over dose on dopium, coast to coast..
Vocal comotose, below the most underground emcees
Explode in smoke, & spawn from radioactive ashes..
Even when I spit, emcees burn with acidic gasses..
Lyric attack tactics worse than airport baggage handlers antics..
Irrational mavericks--
Slapping faggets & bashing spastics..

[OMB]
pass the gas n' matches, so I can blow this damn track ta smitherines
We're doper than most folk on radios with mad cash
n' it got me thinkin "gee those faggots cant rap how did that happen?
and why dont me n nos travel in limousines," ya feelin me
I tend to be the type to amass hostility
literally attacked and killed at least a million beats
brilliantly crafting words together,
killed more men than the american military

[Nos]
Its ammunition, for these poetical killers symphony..
Ripping into this infant industry, bringing infantry in with me..
"Kill em instantly.." With this mythical ministry mastering wizardry..
Nostra dam, I'm winking at you while the plot is thickening..
Fuck it--I'm infinite, recieving ill certificates, with my name..
Engraved with blood from a severed direct artery vein..

[OMB]
Word, they gave me the same,
But when I was born my blood was tainted and drained
they replaced it with fame, pain, rage, patience and game,
They tried to control the way I behave, held me trapped in a cage
Blacklisted my paps, shot caps at my cat
but I escaped from that cave, they tried to stop me with flames
cuts, bruises, shots and whatnot, but my body n' mind stayed the same
I didnt bleed, rap music just played from my veins