ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION 

THE BLOCK IS HOT
THE BLOCK IS HOT
THE BOTTOMLESS PITS NOW
OPEN N DESTRUCTION IS ITS FUNCTION 
AND ITS SPIRIT FROM

AN ANTIPLACE
EVERYDAY THEY PREYING 
ON OUR FUTURES SAKE 
THE CODEX SHELL IS LOADED
LOOKING THRU THE VORTEX

 AS WE MOVE TOWARD THE END OF HIS KINGDOM
I’M GRIND MORE AND LEAD FOR OUR FREEDOM
WE’RE CELL MATES, I NEED YOU TO THINK THRU
SO LOGICALLY, GOD’S SPIRIT CAN SPEAK 2
THERE’S CRUTCHES, WE CARRY AND ME 2
WE’RE SHEEP AND DECEPTION CAN LEAD YOU
I’M WAKING GOD’S PEOPLE 
I’LL FEED YOU 
THAT’S THERE IS SUCH A PLACE IN THE SKY
LET ME EXPLAIN TO 
THE PEOPLE THAT’S BEEN LOST, 
AND PEOPLE THAT HAVE LOST, AND PEOPLE
LESS FORTUNATE WE CALL THEM 
THE HAVE NOTS
I NEED YOU TO REPENT FOR YOUR SINS
STAND UP BE A LEADER AND REAL MAN
THERE ARE BEINGS IN THE WORLD TRYNA TO HURT YOU
ATTACKING OUR FAMILIES AND FUTURE
MY VORTEX
MY TARGET AND CLIPS LOADED
THIS IS THE CODEX
AND GOD’S SON
WITH MY ROUNDS FLOWING




STARING AT THE BEST LOOKING THRU MY VORTEX
STARING AT THE BEST LOOKING THRU MY VORTEX
STARING AT THE BEST LOOKING THRU MY VORTEX
STARING AT THE BEST LOOKING THRU MY VORTEX


THE BLOCK IS HOT
THE BLOCK IS HOT
THE BOTTOMLESS PITS NOW
OPEN N DESTRUCTION IS ITS FUNCTION 
AND ITS SPIRIT FROM

AN ANTIPLACE
EVERYDAY THEY PREYING 
ON OUR FUTURES SAKE 
THE CODEX SHELL IS LOADED
LOOKING THRU THE VORTEX

IMA LIVE FOR THIS MOMENT AND GET MO
PROTECTING THE PEOPLE, (ALL MY KINFOLK)
ISSA GRIND, JUST TO LIVE 4
OPPRESSION WE BEEN THRU
DISCERNING THE REAL TRUTH
AND WHO YOU CAN LEAN 2
OUR COVENANT WITH ISREAL
A FAKE ONE WILL INTRUDE
AND THERE IS THE TARGET
HIS TEMPLE IS NOT TRUE
PAY ATTENTION WAKE UP
CLOCKS TICKING WAKE BRO
NOW WE AT A PLACE WHERE 
SCRIPTURES MAKE SENSE BRO
AND THERE’S ALOTS OF AGENDAS
THAT COME FROM
THEY’LL  START AND WE’RE SHEEP 
HARMLESS VICTIMS
BUT AS LEADERS OF FAMILIES 
  WE STAND STRONG
CONNECTING OUR HANDS 
AS WE PRAY FOREM
THOSE MANDATES FROM
ARE ANTI WHAT I’M ON 
I’M PAINTING THE PICTURE FOR 
REALEST BE ON, 

MY VORTEX
MY TARGET AND CLIPS LOADED
THIS IS THE CODEX
AND GOD’S SON
WITH AND HIS ROUNDS FLOWING

ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION 
ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION 
ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION 
ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION

ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION

#NK47 #NK47_sa #undergroundrap #sonofagun  #saunderground #SAhiphop #SAunderground 

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Problems

Just that desire you have for someone, like their love is your drug. 

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I think I made an incredible mixture of singing and rapping!! I hope you like it too

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80s Nostalgia



(Verse 1)  
Yo, I'm the g.o.a.t. with the flow,  
Got that fire in my soul, never lettin' go,  
Anger in my veins, hustle’s how I grind,  
Never settle for less, leave the past behind.  

Dreamin’ big, reachin’ for the stars,  
A king in this game, yeah, I’m raisin’ the bars,  
Authenticity, that’s the name of the play,  
No fakin’ the funk, this is real, no cliché.  

(Chorus)  
80’s vibes, I’m the comeback kid,  
Power in my hands, can’t nobody stop this grid,  
Strugglin’ hard, but I’m hungry like a beast,  
Seizin’ the moment, man, I’m never least.  

(Verse 2)  
Addiction to the grind, can’t quit, won’t fold,  
Success on my mind, watch my story unfold,  
I’m the underdog risin’, respect on my name,  
Money on the table, and I’m changin’ the game.  

Fame’s a fickle b*tch, but I’m chasin’ that glow,  
I’m the hustler’s anthem, you already know,  
Got the vision locked tight, aimin’ for the throne,  
In this rap circus, I’ll never do it alone.  

(Chorus)  
80’s vibes, I’m the comeback kid,  
Power in my hands, can’t nobody stop this grid,  
Strugglin’ hard, but I’m hungry like a beast,  
Seizin’ the moment, man, I’m never least.  

(Bridge)  
Hustle like a motherf*cker, relentless grind,  
No time for the weak, I only roll with the blind,  
Out the darkness I rise, can’t no chains hold me down,  
In my kingdom of dreams, yeah, I’m wearin’ the crown.  

(Verse 3)  
So respect this hustle, respect this grind,  
Always shootin’ for the top, I ain’t fallin’ behind,  
I’m the g.o.a.t., that’s the title I bear,  
From the ashes I rise, with my soul laid bare.  

So remember the name when you hear me spit,  
In this 80’s nostalgia, I’m the ultimate hit,  
Power, struggle, ambition, this fire won’t quit,  
I’m the dream that you chase, I’m the truth in the grit.  

(Outro)  
80’s vibes, yeah, I’m bringin’ it back,  
With that rage in my heart, I’m attackin’ the track,  
Never settlin’ down, always ready to fight,  
In this life full of dreams, I’m the spark in the night Lucid!

80's Nostalgia

Car meet up

ObNocksious is an artist who spent years without a voice —
not because he had nothing to say,
but because no one ever stopped long enough to listen.

Growing up, he felt like background noise in his own life.
People heard him, laughed with him, rated him quietly,
but they never showed love where he could see it.
He lived between being noticed and being dismissed,
loud on the outside but muted on the inside.

Rap changed everything.

The day he touched a beat,
he discovered the one place where he could speak without apology.
Rap gave him expression.
Rap gave him courage.
Rap gave him a voice that life never offered him.

Through music, he learned he didn’t need validation to exist —
he just needed honesty.
And honesty became his entire style.

The name “ObNocksious”?
People think it means loud or annoying.
But it means something deeper:

It means he refuses to shrink himself anymore.
It means he won’t dim down to make anyone comfortable.
It means this is me — take it or don’t, but you WILL hear me.

Every lyric he spits comes from the boy who once felt ignored
and the man who refuses to be silenced.
Every track is raw, unpolished truth —
pain, humour, confidence, flaws, growth, all mixed together
the same way he feels life hits him:
fast, chaotic, emotional, and real.

ObNocksious raps for the people who feel unseen.
The ones who know they’ve got something inside them
no one ever gave them space to show.

His bars carry attitude.
His delivery carries experience.
And his voice carries the weight of someone
who finally learned how to speak for himself.

Rap didn’t just give him a microphone.
It gave him his identity.

And now, when he steps to the booth,
he doesn’t whisper,
he doesn’t soften,
he doesn’t check who’s watching.

He stands tall, chest out, and lets the world know:

“This is me.
And I’m not going quiet again.”
