Lyrics EWU II - Tobe Nwigwe, Dulo

EWU II

So they call you the Ewu where you’re from
Me, where I hail, they call me the Ewúre
Everything I’ve touched, I’ve mastered it
Top of my class… and teacher’s pet
Tobe, you have mastered your craft
It’s only right you show the world
If I ain’t live it, then I’m never gon' recite it
Flow electric with a little bit of gas
I’m a hybrid, flow timeless, spit mo' water than hydrants
That have been open by the ones coping with sirens, killin' 'em
My bars aloe vera, I’m healing 'em
Every adjective and synonym sweeter than cinnamon when I write it
Half my patnas done been indicted
A couple buried in boxes looking at eyelids
Hope yo iris can see the picture I’m painting
I’m what you look like when you not supposed to make it, but you do
Without faking or kissing anus for loot
And you been praying, but if it’s pistol play then you gon' shoot
'Cause you got patience, but’ll empty a case upon a clueless dummy
Who thought that he could run in your place and boost items
I swear I’m so non-violent, no air traffic controller, but got so much guidance
For those who once were high, but need a path to land on
I’m spitting' pivotal principle you can stand on
Put yo bands on, put you fam and yo mans on
Rest in peace to every beat I get my hands on, ouu
Now behold the Ewu
Now behold the Ewu, Ewu, Ewu, Ewu, Ewu
Ahehh, Tobe that’s the type of slayedge we are talking about
Dis no be mumble rap, dis rap way make sense
The rap that you can sit down and say «Hey!
How do I calculate this?
Hey!
Do I need to pull out a dictionary?
Encyclopedia‽
It’s not mumble rap, o, it’s not preschool, it’s not pre-k two
Dis ting, you will need a Ph. D
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