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Tobe Nwigwe
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#GetTwistedSundays We at it again Look, I'm from the Swat, you can get your issue Every beat, I get to slicing like I'm Yoshimitsu Knew I had the juice since the fourth grade Had a chili bowl, but I was down to catch a fade Ouu, most my partners be catching plays I only give 'em bars in hopes that it'll catch a slave Unlock his mental, then build credentials to catch a wave Up out of poverty; logically, they should give me praise Ouu, hallelujah on my medulla They clap for me 'cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer I try to teach 'em how to maneuver without the Ruger They say I'm spitting bazookas 'cause the flow is Medusa That's hard, word to my T. Jones If your neck got beady-beads, get a heat-comb Dogface was trapping hard, he had three homes I asked my partner, "How you popping with a preowned— Vehicle?" Swear, his thinking remedial He drive a Charger, but swear it's a Lamborghini coupe He shop at Zara, but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo I get on tracks, and do magic just like a genie do Ouu, one time for the west, though Two times for the young'un with the best flow I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke They hear my bars and feel like the god is celestial Ouu, Hail Mary, mother of God I got a partner selling soft, another sell hard They like Ginobili on the block, ready to catch a charge I got too many friends in low places, word to Garth Brooks, and ain't no one shook 'Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crook They want us all extinct—we halfway, look And feel like dinosaurs, I ain't hurt, I'm just kinda sore By the fact that this time of war brought on us is for kinda poor People who do not mind all sorts of calamity, vanity My sanity is kinda teetering The way they misleading the youth to be some idiots Yep, yep, yep, yep, ouu I said it They ga**ed up: unleaded Every beat I'm on: beheaded Come at me wrong and get slid like debit Or credit, it's the same, just refrain from transactions Fat bad, had to get shorty like Gene Hackman E gave me support that was needed to gain traction And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem cla**ic Yuh, I ain't lying, I ain't lying, dog We should go diamond with the pressure we applying, dog Every beat I get, I hit it with the iron claw "Be a king": that's the only thing a lion taught Yuh, Mufasa of mi casa Where I'm from, they turn imposters to pasta I'm tryna go from ramen noodles to the lobster And pay my mama back for every penny that I cost her Yuh Yuh I ain't playin with you Yeah, yeah, yeah
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