BET CYPHER FLOW - Tobe Nwigwe

Southwest

Hey look

Pimp hand strong, watch how I back slap the track

Where I’m from it’s heavy metal like Black Sabbath is back

And they pack ratchets, strapped like backpackers with gats

And they make it hard to breathe like bad asthma attacks (Huh)

Breathe easy, I’m heaven sent

My etiquette is eloquent to the desolate

Hell my rhetoric is benevolent and take precedence

Over these candy cane rappers who sweet as peppermints

Ugh, unless you got a sweet tooth

Seek who never would lead you to folk who are deceitful

I’d rather feed you a flow that’s healthy for you

But at the same time nastier than beet juice, ugh

Sip it slow, sip it slow

I give Fat love, she give it back, quid pro quo

That means you give something expecting something in return

Boppers yell «Tobe, we love you» I say «let it burn»

Word to Usher and every form of indigestion

I been professin' what a blessin' it is to make connection

With someone who’s reflection shows the affection of the spirit

Lowkey should hop on my high horse and Paul Revere it

Not 'cause the British are comin', but just to prepare a woman

Who thinks the man she seduces with her looseness is comin'

Over for more than top and box

If you think he is you dumber than a pot of rocks

The fish you catch depend solely on the bait

Wait, can’t let every fishing rod in yo' lake

Shake the Devil off, cut the head off the snake

Swear the serpent’s whole purpose is to make sure you can’t relate

To truth, salute, the dude who proves

With couth, it’s cool to use the hue

On you, they view as poo, it’s proof

That this sun kissed melanin really is the doo doo

Wipe me down