Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
The Truth
Tobe Nwigwe
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when it's 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 god
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, lowkey, 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 it's 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 up 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 murder for hire, the letter business
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 'em up
Track God, this the Heaven flow, 'bout to send 'em 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
I have fashion, nothing cheap, nightmares like I was Meek
That's the W, I use it for wins, I'm from the West
Truth is, never ended up second, I been the best
Leave reality to pull up and get 'em, I been a 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 it's 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, man
I mean, the hardest thing to do in this day
And age is stay ten toes down, you feel me?
Everybody with all that high-cappin' and bumpin'
It is what it 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 gum bumpin' either, man
Straight up, I talk fly to you 'fore I lie to you, you feel me?
Southwest
ย