Salute

[Verse 1: Zaydok]
Zay
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

[Verse 2: Justus]
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

[Chorus: Justus]
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

[Verse 3: Sevin Duce]
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

[Hook: Justus]
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

[Verse 4: Sevin]
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

[Hook: Justus]
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