Tobe Nwigwe - THE TRUTH Lyrics
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    THE TRUTH

    [Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
    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

    [Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
    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

    [Chorus: Trae the Truth]
    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

    [Verse 2: Trae the Truth]
    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

    [Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
    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

    [Outro]
    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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