M.O.B-Christ Conscious(RMX)

[Verse]
Uh
Yup
Wait a minute
How am I supposed to kill it?
So many flows you could tell that I’m gangster with it
Never had to gang bang
Call me an orangutan
And shit get ugly
Bellicose with my shit
So better close your belly I mean close your mouth
Before the shit get out
Cos the guns of safety AK47 when I blast at you crazy
Super fly super high never stop me juvenile
Been a king since birth I ain't never had to slack
Every day I put in work I ain't taking no naps
Kill tracks all the time
Kinda like a hobby every time that I rhyme
See the shit I design is superior
Killing you slow
Nicotine in your nostrils
Ether
You could keep hating but my acts for apostles says get away or you might get slayed
Uh
Keep it in your mind as you get entertained by the M.O.B
See you should know me
Cos in three four years
I be running tracks
Laying shit down never had to slack
Young and I’m black say I’m oversized
Don’t give a fuck about the critics that suffice
Feeling like Ice T while I’m drinking Ice Tea
Welcome to the Kogi dare not fight me nigga
Welcome to the Kogi dare not fight me
Running this joint like spike lee
King of my city like H.O.V
Uh
Young Machiavelli from the N.I.G
Don’t fight me or else you in a comatose
Black on black everything
My chick looking like Marilyn
Ironic Iconic that’s how I want it
Beat is Christ conscious so my conscience is nailed on it
Consensus round here is that I kill shit
Murder instrumentals bury all your credentials
Aiming at your spot so you better drop quick
Niggas gon’ hate fuck that shit
Me I’m feeling gravy schoolboy since my early days born to be praised
King of the Kogi
Been praying for better days Nigga