เนื้อเพลง Christ Conscious - Joey Bada$$

[Intro:]
Mother, mothers*cker, yeah, oh, this is what you want, huh?
Microphone checker, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1:]
Uh, motherf*ckin' microphone checker
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, which n*gga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful f*ckin' truth, like Sojourner
Motherf*ckin' microphone eater
Spittin' hot sh*t, 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'
N*ggas 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
N*ggas 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 n*gga
Flow sweeter than vanilla
Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thriller
I'm the n*gga that you see when you're in the mirror
Say my name five times, this what I deliver

[Hook:]
This a motherf*ckin' nuke that I'm droppin'
The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent
Always drop hot sh*t, Toroidal Flow keep constant
And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, n*gga

[Bridge:]
Which one of y'all n*ggas really want it with me?
None of y'all n*ggas, f*ck outta here
Beast coast, n*gga, Pro Era in your area

[Hook]

[Outro:]
N*ggas know, n*ggas, n*ggas, n*ggas know