Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song THE TRUTH, artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Song language: English
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 there’s friction |
| My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket |
| My flow choppa, I’m boombastic, ain’t too many cut from this fabric, look |
| Ouu, I have been hand-selected by Ya, I merely comply |
| In host to be ascribed he can cherish, ouu |
| My hood see me as a god and they know I keep that .5 |
| All those who care us, not that we perish, ouu |
| I know that my bars are esoteric, ouu |
| Lowkey I just had my second ares |
| My flow the rarest, it deserve some merit |
| I am inherently barbaric when it comes to spittin' I eat generic, ouu |
| Look, yeah, big paul on me, not real life, but it stop traffic |
| Ouu, yeah, don’t teeth, but I keep the Cardi B clothes, that’s a loud ratchet |
| Ouu, yeah, gotta keep the heat while I move my feet down the road to Damascus |
| Ouu, 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 there’s friction |
| My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket |
| My flow choppa, I’m boombastic, ain’t too many cut from this fabric |
| How the vocabulary flips at the record like it was Guinness |
| And they see me 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 murder for hire, let me beat this man down |
| Who gon' get him up, try to sit him up |
| Thinkin' 2Pac «Hit 'em Up» how I lit 'em up |
| Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit 'em up |
| Track god, this the heaven flow, 'bout to send 'em up |
| You get the beat, I feel the speak, make the retreat |
| Put 'em asleep, I’m in their face, look at the pace |
| Flow is nasty like a freak, never defeat |
| I am an attempt to repeat, I am |
| How you fashion nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was meek |
| This the W, I use it for wins, |
| Truth is never ended up sick, and I’ve been a beastly reality |
| To pull up and give 'em my business dress |
| Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think we livin' in the abyss |
| Look at ten toes down when you see me in my city |
| I’m the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there’s friction |
| My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket |
| My flow choppa, I’m boombastic, ain’t too many cut from this fabric, look |
| Ay, straight up, man, I’ma be honest with you, man. |
| Ay, look, the hardest thang |
| to do in this day and age is stay ten toes down, you feel me? |
| Everybody with |
| 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 feel me? |
| Huh? |
| Come on, man. |
| I ain’t with all that tongue wrestlin' and gun bumpin' either, man. |
| Straight up. |
| I talk fly teeth, all our teeth, you feel me? |
| That’s how it is. |