[Tobe Nwigwe:]
Get Twisted Sundays
It's bout to be epic
Look
I get it rockin' like a cradle
I never sold Cain, but I was able
To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable
While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel
Ouu
I hung around them shells like April
O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying
It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining
Til' them shots fly, no subliminal
That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals
My whole life, I been congregating with criminals
I swear I graduated with just minimal effort
Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford
Stuy-ves-ant
I swear Biggie taught me lessons
My guess is his propensity for excellence
Might not get discussed by the adolescents
But I'm blessed with
Yeah
The gift of carrying torches
Sometimes I get nervous
As a suitor that's entering courtship
Ouu
Than I get to feeling euphoric
Holy flow, every bar low-key
Should be penned in the Torah
Ouu
And look at Fat, she's so gorgeous
She'd be with me whether I was flippin' a Tesla or Taurus
Ouu
I'm a mess, I'm a horror
But I been blessed kinda sorta
Every bar, brick and mortar can't sing
But I'm known to finesse on a chorus
You can't see the flow unless you using the eye of Horus
Ouu
[FAT & Tobe Nwigwe:]
Ayy look now that I got yo attention
Peep Game
Ouu
If you was wack, and you came up on some paper
You still lame
Yeah
Live by, die by the G code
Everyday it ain't a game
I promise you it's different
So don't compare how you move to the real
It ain't the same
[Tobe Nwigwe:]
One time for the west though
Two times for the young one with the best flow
Lame ducks be like "what pond you from"?
I tell 'em parts where they blow harder than when monsoons come
And they chase cheese only dippin' when that fondue come
And run that base til they heart go out just like John Q. son
Ayy look this for my partners who low-key pitchin' without a mound
And those that laughed at me
When I stayed at my mama house
My pockets fatter now
My mama see something to brag about
And I spit punches in bunches
Like I'm Marvin Hagler
Now
Ouu
Swear it feel marvelous
Remember times my mama barbered us
Made us look barbarous
The hood part of us
That pistol fye
Don't startle us
Got the heart of Spartacus
Treat gentiles like Barnabas
That means with love, difference
Between the fake believer and conceivers of the truth is they aim different
These sacrilegious folk with you long as your pain drippin'
But when you jammed up in traffic
They get to lane switchin'
Ouu
Haters don't feel you till your name mentioned
Scripture tell me no one excluded when rain drippin'
We all part of the picture, it's just our frames different
And I still ride for my set
I just bang different
Ouu
