Joey Badass Lyrics
Christ Conscious Lyrics
Mother, mothersucker, yeah, oh, this is what you want, huh?
Microphone checker, yo, yo, yo
Uh, motherf*ckin' microphone checker
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful f*ckin' truth, like Sojourner
Motherf*ckin' microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit ya dome with the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, dish lyrical fajitas
Got dragon balls, like my name was Vegeta
Motherf*ckin' super duper swankin'
Niggas still hatin', pigs want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherf*ckers that they heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we comin' 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 motherf*ckin' nuke that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow keep 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, f*ck outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area
Niggas know, niggas, niggas, niggas know