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Tobe Nwigwe

HEAD TO HADES

 

HEAD TO HADES

(альбом: moMINTs - 2022)


Ooh
Yeah
Mm-mm
You ready? Look

C-crack, c-crack, c-crack, that's what my boss is
Could never play me for ho-ho-ho, I peep the clauses
My whole set is down to throw it up, but we not nauseous
And I got big drip, big splash and whatever else out the faucet
Yeah, it get slippery 'round a big splasher
Yo' 'hood fill a whole bunch of sombreros, big cappers
I'm good with my cornea on a sparrow when it get critical
But my 'hood keep a bag of sticks like a scarecrow, wig snatchers
Ooh, guard your head top, head top
Serpent sliding by your ankles plotting leg locks, leg locks
Been here ten toes in the gravel, but I ain't from bedrock
Guard your bread chop, your yeast rise, most thieves' eyes deadlock on all your treasure
Most measure man's worth, but what brings pleasure?
I endeavor to add some feathers on the wings of those transgressors that feel lesser
And can't quite apply the pressure to the esophagus of they oppressor
I hope my bars are intercessing to end the efforts of all you little devils

Yeah, go to hell
Hey, lil' devil, go to hell
Huh, all you devils, go to hell
You think you know me well, but go to hell, yeah

T'Challa business, radiation through a microwave
What y'all have witnessed is aviation through a tidal wave
I get paid then I just ice the Jacob like the Ice-capade
Francis Cress Welsing, Isis papers replaced by Bible page
Huh, cry at the wedding and hire my wife, you bridal maid
Frankie Beverly singing my angry medley through a cyber maze
Huh, so guard your head top, head top
This is pressure, pressure in the form of a headlock, headlock, huh
(Huh) And this where my niggas done hustle, police patrolling the freeway
(Woah) This is for Nipsey Hussle, holy theologian, C-Day
Them snakes is hissing, play your position like Kobe and D. Wade
Old school '64 sitting in mint condition, like Tobe Nwigwe
Go to hell

Yeah, go to hell
Hey, lil' devil, go to hell
Huh, all you devils, go to hell
You think you know me well, but go to hell, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Brrt, brrt, ayy, hello, is this God?
(Yo, this Him) Well, I'll be damned, what's up, God?
I got nothing to say, yeah, what's up, God?
Heh, what's up, God? Heh, what's up, God?
Brrt, brrt, ayy, hello, is this God for real?
(Yeah, this Him) I'll be damned, what's up, God?
What should I say if the devil call?
What should I say if the devil ever call? (Hey)

Go to hell, uh huh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, uh, uh, go to hell, ayy (Now you say it)
Go to hell, mm-mm, go to hell, ayy
Go to hell, mm-mm, go to hell

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