Testi DEBO - Tobe Nwigwe, LaNell Grant

DEBO

Who want some of Debo\nLove God, but I ain’t Tebow\nCause I be out here\nTaking shots for fouls against me like a free throw\nOuu\nThat’s nasty\nFree all my dogs like lassie\nIf ya ever touch Fat or Baby Fat\nHell ya might as well\nBuy a casket\nOuu\nI’m a savage\nWhen it come to static\nIt get problematic\nIf you touch my lineage\nOr cabbage\nI can’t have it\nMost of my patnas\nDon’t know who they dad is\nIt get tragic\nWhere I’m from ain’t lavish\nThey grew up some bastards\nChasing cash and\nCoochie\nAnd it usually\nCame from lack of guidance\nThat’s why I ain’t moved\nBy all these goofy\nActin rappers wildin\nIt’s astounding\nHow much counseling\nWe need for PTSD\nI can’t fathom\nThe amount of counsel\nWe need in the streets\nIt’s offensive\nThat’s why I’m not apprehensive\nWith the tech\nI was really in them trenches\nThen transcended\nOut the jects\nDon’t believe me\nGo ask Ceece\nAsk Lil Early\nAsk K Dub\nHell ask Fat\nI’m so swat\nI scream southwest\nWhen we make love\nIt’s just in me\nNo pretending\nMy hands the only thing\nThat is friendly\nI don’t need a Beamer Benz\nOr a Bentley\nTo have a whole slew of\nBops compliment me\nThe gold in my teef\nWas done complimentary\nThe flow is unique\nAnd lowkey relentless\nMy goal is to speak\nTo folk without bending\nThe truth and to free\nThe globe from pretending\nOuu\nAight bet\nIf you don’t feel that\nThen you prolly dead\nIf you get slapped\nAnd don’t fight back\nThat mean you prolly scared\nBut it’s all gravy\nWhere we from\nThat mean you just a lame\nWhen Debo come\nIf you don’t run\nYou better tuck yo chain\nYea Yea\nAight bet\nIf you don’t feel that\nThen you prolly dead (ouu)\nIf you get slapped\nAnd don’t fight back\nThat mean you prolly scared (don't be scared)\nBut it’s all gravy\nWhere we from\nThat mean you just a lame (you so lame)\nWhen Debo come\nIf you don’t run\nYou better tuck yo chain\nIt’s the young queen mother\nBaby what it do\nIf I bark then my squad bark\nLike a Q\nAnd we bite\nBut we don’t fight\nUnless it get greasy\nBring danger anywhere we be\nYou’ll be endangered species\nOuu\nMy flow torch like tiki\nOuu\nI resort if need be\nTo\nViolence if my tribe riots\nWe in yo grill like BBQ\nPack hardware like cpu\nCause shaitan be plotting\nBut I stay on my toes like stockings\nAnd on guard like stockton\nOuu\nMy beats bang like compton\nOuu\nI’m stone cold like Austin\nOuu\nMy flow wild like Rodman\nEvery bar deserve a coffin\nOuu\nCause I’m killing it\nThe feeling is\nSurreal when ya building with\nThe ones who held you down\nAnd instilled you with\nThe thoughts that you should dwell\nWhere the spirit is\nAnd\nI’m appreciative\nDeceased the weeks the beats\nCouldn’t reach the kids\nI used to teach the lief\nTechniques to win\nBut now I beast on beats\nAnd release the pen\nEvery now and then\nTo display my zen\nI tell my kin\nIt’s more than one way to win\nThey show they skin\nAnd know it’s portrayed as sin\nBut my flow let them know\nThey got Yah within\nAight bet\nIf you don’t feel that\nThen you prolly dead\nIf you get slapped\nAnd don’t fight back\nThat mean you prolly scared\nBut it’s all gravy\nWhere we from\nThat mean you just a lame\nWhen Debo come\nIf you don’t run\nYou better tuck yo chain\nYea Yea\nAight bet\nIf you don’t feel that\nThen you prolly dead (ouu)\nIf you get slapped\nAnd don’t fight back\nThat mean you prolly scared (don't be scared)\nBut it’s all gravy\nWhere we from\nThat mean you just a lame (you so lame)\nWhen Debo come\nIf you don’t run\nYou better tuck yo chain