Luyện nghe bài hát Christ Conscious (Toroidal Flow)

Uh, microphone checker
that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson
Ike with the mic, nigga tryna turn up?
Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like
microphone eater
Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the
want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas
Got dragon balls like my name was
Mothafuckin' super swanking
Niggas still hating, want him for the bacon
Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to out
Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that heard about
Yes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top
Top rottweiler, since I popped my
Niggas say they hit us, they ain't shot nada
Me? I'd not snitch up on my own problems
I'm a microphone killer
Especially when my head is off the liquor
Specially educated, medicated
Give me that and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga
sweeter than vanilla
Tell these haters beat it, Jackson thriller
I'm the that you see when you're in the mirror
Say my five times, this what I deliver

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

Which one of niggas really want it with me?
None of y'all niggas, outta here
Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in area

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