Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TUNDAH FIYAH, artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Song language: English
TUNDAH FIYAH |
| Look, though I am not fixated on riches, please don’t get it twisted |
| I could get vicious about the paper |
| Take even a tidbit or niblet out of my skillet |
| And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator |
| My little mini-mes can’t eat a favor |
| My sweat and toil ain’t for the love of labor |
| I live by the principle love your neighbor |
| But I keep some lead to draw that put cylinder holes and tapers, ugh |
| I pray that evil don’t rise against me |
| I pray you demons don’t try to tempt me |
| It ain’t no comparin' 'em, every bar I spit pure as the seraphim |
| Screamin' holy to represent me, ugh |
| This ain’t for the coochie poppers or booty droppers |
| Who make them bum-bum drum like unruly choppers |
| 'Tis for the mademoiselle with their heater full of shells |
| That’ll let their hoes prevail and raise hell |
| To bring heaven on earth, some blessings of curse |
| With haters I have |
| By runnin' through hoes my Jada had to break my will |
| To change a young heathens trajectory, what’s left of me |
| Is pistols and principles both protecting me |
| Secondly, my girl light, but pray heavenly |
| Knocked her up on a cruise, word to Penelope |
| Three females at my crib carry my legacies |
| So there’s three Ks on my compound like white supremacy |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If your skin tone is black then you highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across your turf onto every seed you birth |
| If you concur then say |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If my skin tone is black then I highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across my turf onto every seed I birth |
| Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu |
| It’s young Nell on the beats and the bars, dawg |
| Clean as bar soap, black as charcoal, tar roads, and cigar smoke |
| With every bar spoke from my lips |
| Hope you eyelids allow your iris to see the flow is one with Isaac |
| Check up when Abraham dated |
| Come get your cake up, but don’t take up all the space in the valley |
| You go from mountain tops as well, is countless texts from Hell |
| Of those mounted on the back of the counselor who counted heads on your |
| Half fade, low fade, low fade, box braids, brochets |
| Can’t really think of more ways to reassure you |
| They’ll avoid you in public, but secretly adore you |
| 'Cause your aura couture no matter who ignore you |
| Or pay attention, listen, you could bet your pension |
| You was born to glisten 'till the day you |
| I know all skinfolk ain’t my kinfolk, but the ones who are ain’t got no heart |
| Wish I could dig inside it, give you mine |
| 'Cause it’s hard as hell for those out here that’s melanated |
| That’s why my brother clapped for me like I just graduated |
| Do ya’ll research, don’t just get your baby vaccinated |
| These demons want you acclimated and evacuated, ouu |
| But if you understand you shouldn’t do no stressin' |
| I believe in God, my squad, and my Smith and Wesson |
| If you try to touch my husband, son, or my brethren |
| You’ll have an arm over your head like you just asked a question |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If your skin tone is black then you highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across your turf onto every seed you birth |
| If you concur then say |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If my skin tone is black then I highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across my turf onto every seed I birth |
| Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu |
| Good morning, sunshine, welcome to reality |
| I tried to wake you, but you were sleepin' so peacefully in your fallacy |
| Quite casually, I got seven uncolonized names to explain my gallantry, |
| I’m a galaxy |
| But for short you could call me your majesty |
| Some of y’all new blacks act so surprised |
| But 2020 took all them cataracts off your eyes |
| Now you get perfect vision, see clearly through the disguise |
| No need for |
| or alibis, the revolution is televised |
| This the year of discernment, poppin' off and we burnin' |
| Now you gon' pay everything you owe, |
| 'cause I earned it |
| Perm tips with the new growth, breakin' outta that noose, hoe |
| With the truth glow, shinin' like new money, I got the juice, hoe, so |
| You gon' have to pick sides or divide into tribes |
| Not by skin, but by your mind, is you satan or divine? |
| What’s your ideology? |
| Either change your behavior or save your apology |
| I spit it like I gotta get it, I’m gone |
| I rip it like |
| right off of the bone |
| Pull up on your mama and grandmama lone |
| Let you know what type of ISH that I’m on |
| Mind blown, five in the morn' |
| Lost in the river hole, can’t come home |
| Tryna |
| everything you was ever taught, everything you thought real was wrong |
| Tryna |
| everything you was ever taught, everything you thought real was wrong |
| Tryna |
| everything you was ever taught, everything you thought real was wrong, yeah |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If your skin tone is black then you highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across your turf onto every seed you birth |
| If you concur then say |
| Ouu, yeah, this highkey a word |
| If my skin tone is black then I highkey deserve |
| Compensation, yeah |
| Widely disbursed across my turf onto every seed I birth |
| Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu |