Christ Conscious

Mother, mothersucker, yeah, microphone checker, yo Uh, motherfucking microphone checker Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up? Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner Mothafuckin' microphone eater Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the heater Wouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas Got dragon balls like my name was Vegeta Mothafuckin' super duper swanking Niggas still hating, pigs want him for the bacon Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard about Yes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top dollar Top rottweiler, since I popped my collar Niggas say they hit us, they ain't ever shot nada Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own problems Cause I'm a microphone killer Especially when my head is gone off the liquor Specially educated, heavily medicated Give me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga Flow sweeter than vanilla Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thriller I'm the nigga that you see when you're in the mirror Say my name five times, this what I deliver This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga Which one of y'all niggas really want it with me? None of y'all niggas, fuck outta here Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga Niggas know, niggas, niggas, niggas know