Salute - Şevin, Justus, Zaydok

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Mobbin'

You claiming HOG wearing MOB gear

These are more than fashion logos

When you see us know what we’re representing

And that’s the Logos

Forever mobbin homie we are not a pack of bozos

Can’t have a circle looking weird out here

That’s the noble

Can’t be slacking doing kingdom business

That’s immobile

Remember that man will on talent

God say that’s a no no

When it comes to the gospel the impact is global

Bring the heat got up to city

Like what happened at Chernobyl

Bring to the Father to put Christ holy order

Upon me

Was a zombie

Want the living water not talking Dasani

Gimme a sword and I say it’s on

When it come to this army

We going to war but never fold

I’m not origami

We’ve been given the message to take to the masses

So I spend my days in deep meditation and practice

Seeking repentance it cleared me from my horrible actions

So I’m not a hypocrite as I travel over the atlas

It’s the mob nigga

It’s more than music it is ministry

Started by Sevin if he’s Paul I am Timothy

We take the gospel where them Lugers and them hitters be

We’re supplying this industry

You dying if you fidgety

They get to riding

If you sliding with the menace beings

We ain’t hiding anything

He’s bright and what we fitna bring

He’s light

So if anything think twice

Before you get the swing

You might even get to me

But desire ain’t gone be hid from me

My blood brother was a blood

Brotha when I was cuz

That’s what the neighborhood does

They be stay bathing in blood

Babies raped in mud

Scabies sage and drugs

But greater is His love greater is His love

And He will return to judge and begin again

God man spit fire from the skull just like finish him

In the end when they see what we did

At a minimum we delivered him

And we live in him

I guess you call that synonym

I gotta be honest

You really don’t want these problems

Now

We suffer in violence

The enemy still try to knock us now

We more than conquerors

There’s no way to conquer us

If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin

We ain’t losin'

We stay rockin'

Salute to the squadron

Hog Mob

Life as a razorback

Used to hate to rap

Now lay a track and watch a gator snap

The hood I play Barack

Pray for that

Christ a life saber where Darth Vader at

Throw a white flag

It’s too late for that

Gorilla with chinchilla demons

Are taking that

Sin killa in a tent

Well I don’t know where brakes is at

He has feet ten milla

Christ name whole way

Jim Dilla

CHH fulla Ben Stillers

Ministry minded I don’t chase a stack

I see ya boots but where your laces at

I bring the Son to where the shade is at

A pair of clippers runnin fades for that

Ghetto Gospel apostle with a face of tats

Scottie Pippin

Shoot from the pivot

The ruger chew through your civic

We’re moving your fitted

You snooze in a minute

You’re new to the scrimmage

I’m truly committed

Pray for my hood

Nigga we proving we live it

I gotta be honest

You really don’t want these problems

Now

We suffer in violence

The enemy still try to knock us now

We more than conquerors

There’s no way to conquer us

If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin

We ain’t losin'

We stay rockin'

Salute to the squadron

Yeah Ghetto gospel

Bringing His love into where the thugs hang

They drug slang and it’s nothing to hear a snub bang

I’m from the park homie

Better yank me out the blood gang

And left his mark on me when He saved me

That’s a blood stain

On my momma I knew it since elementary

The way I’m getting down

I’ll get threw in a cell eventually

A demon’s spawn I was foolish

Thought hell was meant for me

But now I’m reading Psalms

When I suit up with hella infantry

Ahh

I seen a rope of sin

Strangle a heathen

But we invokers bringing hope to men

And manglin' demons

Baptize em

We splash whoever came to receive Him

Christ gang put up ya cash

Who wanna tangle this evenin'?

If you blastin the master you get chastised

We leave a serpent slain

Wet em with purple rain under black sky

I’m from the dark

Where life is harder than some crack pipes

I’m really out here nigga

I don’t rap lies

No perpetrating the mission

I go berserk over the church or for the sake of the risen

They can insert me in the dirt

Or through the gate of a prison

I’d take a squirter to the face

Before I hesitate to say I’m a Christian

Yeshua

Came as a servant and He died for the lost

Paid our debt with His blood

He supplied what it cost

Showed us the Father

We’d rather follow idols that floss

Bottom line we are in sin commercializing His cross

If the game’s bearing His name

Yet full of fame tricks and heretics

And it wears it in vain then we are supposed to judge it

As far as CHH I hate the culture of it

It doesn’t look like Christ I’m not supposed to love it

Rough as raw hide

Nothing but the cross inside a hog’s eye

Fadin' with satan

I let my paws fly

Touch not thy anointed boy

I am God’s guy

Ice’ll burn

Christ’ll return before the MOB dies

I gotta be honest

You really don’t want these problems

Now

We suffer in violence

The enemy still try to knock us now

We more than conquerors

There’s no way to conquer us

If it ain’t moving it ain’t mobbin

We ain’t losin'

We stay rockin'

Salute to the squadron