SPICE

(álbum: THREE ORIGINALS - 2019)

[Spice Adams:]
Woo
Uh!
Ah! Tobe! What's this?
Oh-ho-ho-ho! Yeah!
Now this is funky right here!
Wh-what? Wh-wh-what'd you say now Chuck?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Aye, you know that's right!
Ha-ha-ha-ha
And that's a fasho, right on!
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Tobe Nwigwe:]
Look, look, look, look
I am not an icon, I'm a hyphen between Jah and the ghetto
Alchemist, no Paulo Coelho, touch Fat, my hammer pow-pow and the halo
Will be added on to the top of your dome, sorry
But I got love for F.a.t like the O.G. from Marcy got for B
I gots to to be the best thing to pop out the S.W.A.T. or possibly
The next King with the thoughts of Socrates
Complete with Pac and Pun in a large degree of
Well-to-do spitters, careful they hail who glitters, ooh
But soon as veils wither, trust me, they'll nail you with us, ooh
Yeah, but don't grow weary in well-doing
I hop on tracks solely so my impact derails cooning
In failed unions and males who inhale 'cause they sell ruin
To frail humans trailed by the smell looming
Of death, decay, and all that's still blooming
From poor decisions, the morgue exhibits
Those no more with the living, I pray for those who abhor the rhythm of
The righteous, I'm a titan with the Midas touch straight from Zion, whole flow is blinding
When I'm in alignment, I'm M Bison, fist when he flying, electrifying, ooh!
Ha-ha-ha, yuh, y'all should be more grateful
Got it out the mud, no label, but I'm still snapping like I'm Fabo
Ooh, yuh, might just lean with' it, rock with' it
Tell a fake rapper clock ticking, if I ain't got the key then I'm lock picking
Ooh, yuh, but only at the door that's meant for me
A symphony should play when I enter the imagery of those in the industry
Who say they spit bars, they deserve a thick jar of
Shut that your dirty mouth, come my friend, please get out
Whet in do you talk about when you talk about what you talk about, ooh
See the boy go in and out, of the pidgeon, just so they can
Listen just a little different when I'm spitting what I'm spitting
OK that's enough, I'm finished
Ooh

[Spice Adams:]
Ya know man, I-I'm just tryna stay on my P's and toes and never get caught digging up my nose
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
No one knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Stay woke
Ah-ha-ha