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letra de this for you - tobe nwigwe

[intro]
this for you
this for you

[chorus]
my hair is nappy
my nose is wide
my t–th are gold
and get worn with pride
i’m from the jungle
grew up in the zoo
if you from where i’m from
then this for you
if you from where i’m from
then this for you
if you from where i’m from

[verse 1]
you ol’ musty mouth crustacean, get your place in line
so i can c-ck back and slap the sound out your face with lines
harder than crack cocaine, no lame could ever make me tap dance
and shuck and jive like i’m bojangles
i got more angles than a rubik’s cube
i’ve learned in life to be weary of folk who fool with you
only ’cause they can see the anointing drip from your cuticles
on everything you do and they tryin’ to escape the cubicle
in they own life, i got my own wife
and earned my own stripes, angels see me and throw rice
in celebration of me evading temptations
and concentrating on the manifestation that’s in revelations
if you don’t get that then you h-lla basic
but it’s all gravy, we all need a facelift, ouu
to get them wrinkles out the window to our spirit
my kinfolk blow indo to make god’s voice sound more coherent
ouu, but don’t knock him, i pray he get prophetic word
been at the feet of god so long, i give him pedicures
i need every penny like creditors
headed for the door of every debtor
for all these years i got slept on and kept on
creating cl-ssics like van gogh, mantles
should have on them my ep and candles
can’t go ’round demons, they treat me like django
when i give them more flavor than a bed of cilantro, ouu
i spit juice like the guava
and word to allah, my pen more fire than lava, holla

[bridge]
this is for you
this is for you
this is for you
this is for you

[verse 2]
i spit a verse for every he-rs-
that’s in the earth due to a coward demon
don’t call me tobe no more
call me to-behemoth
my flow’s the meanest
on the track when my soul is speaking
to those that’s grieving all forms of h-ll
that come to those who be in
the ghetto, the hood, the slums
where they pack metal, hit juggs for crumbs
’cause the value of a human life ain’t high
can’t cry, ’cause where i’m from subsequently taint my
view on what be normal and what ain’t
h-ll, i’m from where you kept it cordial or got slain
grew up ’round folk who ain’t have morals or restraint
and felt immortal ’cause they could make a fortune off ‘caine, ouu
swear that life leave you number than epidurals
and pray my dogs be off white, word to virgil, ouu

- tobe nwigwe

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