Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, motherfucking microphone
Keep that grip tight, like my Smith &
Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' like Sojourner
Mothafuckin' microphone
Spittin' hot shit, hit dome with the heater
Wouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical
Got dragon balls my name was Vegeta
super duper swanking
Niggas still hating, pigs him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we to order out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we for the top dollar
Top rottweiler, since I my collar
say they hit us, they ain't ever shot nada
Me? I'd rather not up on my own problems
'Cause I'm a killer
Especially my head is gone off the liquor
Specially educated, medicated
Give me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my
Flow sweeter than
Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson
I'm the nigga you see when you're in the mirror
Say my name five times, this what I

This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm
The world in my pocket, you out your continent
Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be
And I won't 'til I reach Christ conscious, nigga

Which one of y'all niggas really it with me?
of y'all niggas, fuck outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in area

This a mothafuckin' that I'm droppin'
The in my pocket, kick you out your continent
drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant
And I won't stop 'til I Christ conscious, nigga