Correction Lyrics Fresh Air by Tobe Nwigwe

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[Tobe Nwigwe]
Aight
Southwest

[Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, if yo' messiah ain't melanated, ya sight skewed
Light cues, when I'm on stage to get the right view
Of a god MC me, tochukwu
Spit sick drip like okra soup, no fufu
Flow coo coo, stay on toes, no tutu
For every demon bringin' juju, I keep the thu thu
And shoot thru, ya noggin', only option is ya hemoglobin poppin'
No suwu, ouu, ouu, ouu, who knew
That the young igbo debo
Would treat bars like free throws, long way from free shows
Mijos, ouu, no ego
I was eating when I had no bread, Keto
Sheesh, can spot you devils through the peep hole
Gripping yo' chips hoping I slip with this pico
Demote you devils who reach for the vessel
Whose content is pure as a kilo from petals of coca plants
Don't just dance when you hear a record
Peep the message behind the message
That yo' opressor hopes that you invest in
To stop pregression in certain sections
Where ain't no direction and adolescents share yo' complexion
Ouu, and understand it's a war, G
Before me, none after me, surely
There will be some who cordially invite you
To bring fight to the type who indict you
Ouu, but not my marching and gathering
Ouu, or click clack aim and splattering
They'll show you it only matters when it's economical
I don't spit bars, I spit Guantanamo Bay camps
Ouu, a whole prison
Designed to confine the mind of the sickest living
I climb towards the divine shrine where it is written
That those in line with the design of the true and living
Inherit the Earth while still bearing the curse of Adam
Was once a street rat like Aladdin, then I adapted
Started snapping to free the captives, I gained some traction
Then became a fire breathing dragon and demon assassin rappin
Ouu, no hoax for blokes asking
That's word to my fairer skinned madam who's worth a gallon
Of water in droughts, hope you figure it out
Cause if you step to her, testing her she'll dig in yo' mouth
With that P365 that I bought her
It's small but'll make boys fall like it's autumn
Told Ms. Marla I'll ride for her daughter
So I keep toast if encroached meet lava
Wahala, I don't want but I follow
A strict set of principles made to keep Allah
At the forefront of my mind, not dollaz
I never needed honeys and dough like Baklava
Sheesh, that's a pastry, don't hate me
When the departed need direction, I'm Scorsese
Innately, I bring light to a shade tree
Or to the shutdown corners like champ bailey
Ouu, for those who wan' play me
My heat go cover zero, no safety
Don't make me, make haste and replace
The wack rap tracks that lack what you tasting
When I spit, mmm, let it sizzle
If it don't touch my soul I can't jam it, that's word to krizzle
I told my patna chill on them broads, give 'em dismissal
He replied to me if they on my balls, I let 'em dribble
I said aw, it's gon' be hard to get a wife, G
A long way from them days when I rocked the white tee
And was piping any bopper that would entice me
Or invite me to them draws but I won't describe the particulars
You get the picture and can see that I'm meticulous
In craftin ways to say my mindset was ridiculous
I parted ways with days, I crocheted all my sinfulness
And prayed the photos in my words is photosynthesis
And help you breathe
Cause we all need
Yea
Some fresh air

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