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THE TRUTH
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Tobe Nwigwe
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Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric Look Ooh, I have been hand-selected by Yah I merely complied in hopes to be a scribe he can cherish Ooh, my hood see me as a guide and they know I keep that fire For all those who carest not that we perish Ooh, I know that my bars are esoteric Ooh, low-key, I just had my second heiress My flow the rarest, it deserve some merit I am inherently barbaric, when it comes to spittin', I ain't generic Ooh, look, yeah, big pole on me No red light, but it stop traffic Ooh, yeah, don't cheat But I keep the Cardi B close, that's a loud ratchet Ooh, yeah, gotta keep the heat While I move my feet down the road to Damascus Ooh, yeah, honor every word I speak Treat the beat like the Pope do the Sabbath Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric How the vocabulary flips, set the record like it was Guinness Finish any track, go to hit 'em like it was tennis If you timid, then the flow get to runnin' like it's a scrimmage Lyrically, I'm murder for hire, but let 'em witness Man down, who gon' get 'em up? Try to sit 'em up Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit 'em up Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit him up Track god, this the Heaven flow, 'bout to send him up Give me the beat, I'm finna speak, make 'em retreat, put 'em to sleep I'm in they face, look at the pace, flow is nasty like a freak Never defeat, I am a champ, tell 'em repeat, I'm in it deep Higher fashion, nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was Meek This the W, I use it for wins and for the west Truth is never ended up second, I been the best Leave reality to pull up and get 'em, I been the stress Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think they live in a vest Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric Look Ayy, straight up, man, I'ma be honest with you, mane Man, look, the hardest thang to do in— in this day and age is Stay ten toes down, you feel me? Everybody with all that high cappin' and bumpin' It is what is, but it's hard to stay ten toes down, you feel me? Out the mud, out the gutter, you hear me? Huh? Come on, mane I ain't with all that tongue wrestlin' and gum bumpin' either, mane Straight up, I talk fly to ya 'fore I lie to ya, you feel me? Sideways
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