Trae Tha Truth, Tobe Nwigwe - THE TRUTH lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Tobe Nwigwe - THE TRUTH lyrics]
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 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
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
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
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, 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
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 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
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
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
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, 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