Hog Mob Muzik - HOGMOB Cypher 2017 lyrics

Yeah Hog... Mob Ay Yeah haha They shoulda never let us in Sev Yeah uh [Verse 1: Illuminate] Now homie this is my bidness A whole crew that spit raw vicious And can't no man take credit homie cuz God did this Y'all as my witness, we hit these venomous blocks Where it be smelling like d**h, piss and cinnamon schnapps Oh no Ill They say you over the top Well call it what you want homie I'm just over the talk They got kids my son's age out there totin' them chops So I gotta bring true freedom and some hope to the block That sin's an epidemic nope, it ain't gonna stop The only cure is the blood of Christ so come and get you a wop So while that beat knock I spit them heat rocks that detox The average mind while I grind like Rocksteady and Bebop Got homies that C-walk got rellies that bang blood But I bang the light and give them Christ til they change up I flame up anything that I put my mind to Something like an epudemic kinda like that Swyne flu [Verse 2: Qheem The Redeemed] Yeah Let's get this murder clear I don't see no body I spit sick off the head I got cerebral palsy Christ the head honcho We the body The holy spirit stay near us like that's my chemosabbi I rap until the daffodils is lavender We got the chill no crash to k** your pa**engers My aunt locked up in fact the deal was ma**acre Christ made me amba**ador, yeah I'mma keep it a thousand bruh Jesus and I, huh you do the algebra HOG see? MOB b We ready to rock out like AC/DC Feel like a shell poppin Got on the cool j's the bell's rockin Slid away Get away like El Chapo Everybody know we get to do it foul When we hit him like BlAOW Now that's a body blow [Verse 3: Donte tha Artist] Late 80s street crazy I was growin up Whole lotta s**, lotta smoke and lotta pourin' up Let my pants hang bang gang signs throwin' up Showin up showin' out no signs of slowin' up no The Old G's taught me English from an Olde bottle Hottest scene fiends leaning on old auto Sold dope like hope to an old model Local slug peelers drug dealers were my role models A lot of weight relocate to the west state set pace Fly a flag bang for your set's sake Too real blue steel Blue chucks chest plate Trade shots with the next block over rec space And I will transport til I was caught Realized 30 years in the cell was my next fate I begged for mercy and He did it Was acquitted True story of a HOGMOB n***a never need a fitted [Verse 3: Sevin] Devil needs to pipe down Now and fear the a**a**in Especially when his weapon's wiped down and the serials scratched in a serious fashion Catch a furious lashin' Leave him bleeding in his pad like his period's pa**in' Bruh This the MOB I really bang for the low player We train for the warfare I came from a cold lair These haters so lame they keep on saying it's no fair He's a heir to the throne his name came with a gold chair Ferocious is the new network He brought us over but Jehovah is the true expert Lift His name Spit a flame We gon' give the game a suplex Church But lyrically and spiritually I also do wetwork What's that mean? That means we crackin' like two sets that spew threats On no matter who steps on blue/red turf The Devil wants it with us we can play some roulette jerk Let two techs squirt Then fold him like a too wet shirt Where I dwell it's really hell it ain't wise to get lost there I'm programming it's like the Lord comprised me of software The Devil think he large He ain't the size of a boss bear To me it's just a frickin soft pair in the cross-hairs Ok Ok let me get back to my calm down Slinky with the game boy I'm pa**ing the dime down Satan wanna crack with the compound I ain't trippin' I am spirit filled and strapped like the back of a prom gown [Verse 4: Faith Pettis] They say Faith why you ain't spit them bars How I done i represent the ones that's in those bars I'm from the sewer They don't take nothing to spit that lard I'm witht he Lord I don't need a monster to get that charge I'm from the black top it should be gun shots in the back drop Game will get folded like a laptop I do it for the have-nots One that's on the block pushing crack rock The fiends that was coppin' at my gram spot Shamrock You know the difference you listen to what I'm spittin He wrapped me up and sent me out cuz I was gifted HOGMOB on a mission Dishin for fishes enlisted in prison We spittin so vicious hoping that they listen All eyes on me New edition to what was missing on that purple rag Opposition get lifted and put up in that purple bag In addition the scripture filled up into that purple mag Catch us on the hill waving the purple flag Mob'n [Verse 5: Maclashen] Step to the mob with respect for God Being ??? We wreckin balls Directed by Yahweh to bring ya set to cross d**h to the flesh unimpressed with drawin ya weapons All my tech is called the shepherd and bless it Hog the breath of God We hit the blockw ith the gospel to bring the truth to life Dispute the lies hostile apostles we refuse to die You're living lost with a cost you could choose to lie But you decide the cross or the coffin crossing the full divide The devil lurks but we move it works interceptably We bled the turf now we bring the church in effectively We bless the freaks but they desperately need the recipe To set them free from d**h so we preach the word so agressively I stay committed to the great commission Reppin' my Savior bang for the MOB And put my work in with a gang of Christians My main's forgiven for my days of sinnin' Forever blessed with God And I ain't leavin' til my days are finished