Pro Era Records - Christ Conscious lyrics

[Produced by Basquiat] [Intro] Mother, mothers**er, yeah, oh, this is what you want, huh? Microphone checker, yo, yo, yo [Verse] Uh, motherf**in' microphone checker Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson Ike with the mic, which n***a tryna turn up? Hit you with the hurtful f**in' truth like Sojourner Motherf**in' microphone eater Spittin' hot sh**, hit ya dome with the heater Wouldn't want to be ya, dish lyrical fajitas Got dragon balls like my name was Vegeta Motherf**in' super duper swa*kin' n***as still hatin', pigs want him for the bacon Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out Tell 'em we the bada** motherf**ers that they heard about Yes, I guess the word is out, we comin' for the top dollar Top rottweiler, since I popped my collar n***as 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 k**er 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 n***a) Flow sweeter than vanilla Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thriller I'm the n***a that you see when you're in the mirror Say my name five times, this what I deliver [Hook] This a motherf**in' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot sh**, Toroidal Flow keep constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, n***a [Bridge] Which one of y'all n***as really want it with me? None of y'all n***as, f** outta here Beast coast, n***a, Pro Era in your area [Hook] This a motherf**in' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot sh**, Toroidal Flow keep constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, n***a [Outro] n***as know, n***as, n***as, n***as know