Christ Conscious

Joey Bada$$

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    Mother, mothersucker, yeah, microphone checker, yo
    Uh, motherfuckin' 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
    Motherfuckin' 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

    Motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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

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    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 motherfuckin' 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 mother
    Mothersucker, yeah, microphone checker, yo

    Uh, motherfuckin' 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
    Motherfuckin' 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
    Motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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

    Song details

    Composition: Jo-Vaughn Virginie and Gerald Gauthier

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