FRESH AIR

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Aight
 Southwest
 Look, if yo' messiah ain't melanated, ya sight skewed
 Light cues, when I'm on stage to get the right view
 Of a god MC me, Tochukwu
 Spit sick drip like okra soup, no fufu
 Flow coo-coo, stay on toes, no tutu
 For every demon bringin' juju, I keep the thu thu
 And shoot thru, ya noggin', only option is ya hemoglobin poppin'
 No suwu, ouu, ouu, ouu, who knew
 That the young igbo debo
 Would treat bars like free throws, long way from free shows
 Mijos, ouu, no ego
 I was eating when I had no bread, Keto
 Sheesh, can spot you devils through the peep hole
 Gripping yo' chips hoping I slip with this pico
 Demote you devils who reach for the vessel
 Whose content is pure as a kilo from petals of coca plants
 Don't just dance when you hear a record
 Peep the message behind the message
 That yo' opressor hopes that you invest in
 To stop pregression in certain sections
 Where ain't no direction and adolescents share yo' complexion
 Ouu, and understand it's a war, G
 Before me, none after me, surely
 There will be some who cordially invite you
 To bring fight to the type who indict you
 Ouu, but not my marching and gathering
 Ouu, or click clack aim and splattering
 They'll show you it only matters when it's economical
 I don't spit bars, I spit Guantanamo Bay camps
 Ouu, a whole prison
 Designed to confine the mind of the sickest living
 I climb towards the divine shrines where it is written
 That those in line with the design of the true and living
 Inherit the Earth while still bearing the curse of Adam
 Was once a street rat like Aladdin, then I adapted
 Started snapping to free the captives, I gained some traction
 Then became a fire breathing dragon and demon assassin rappin'
 Ouu, no hoax for blokes asking
 That's word to my fairer skinned madam who's worth a gallon
 Of water in droughts, hope you figure it out
 'Cause if you step to her, testing her she'll dig in yo' mouth
 With that P365 that I bought her
 It's small, but'll make boys fall like it's autumn
 Told Ms. Marla I'll ride for her daughter
 So I keep toast if encroached meet lava
 Wahala, I don't want but I follow
 A strict set of principles made to keep Allah
 At the forefront of my mind, not dollaz
 I never needed honeys and dough like Baklava
 Sheesh, that's a pastry, don't hate me
 When the departed need direction, I'm Scorsese
 Innately, I bring light to a shade tree
 Or to the shutdown corners like champ bailey
 Ouu, for those who wan' play me
 My heat go cover zero, no safety
 Don't make me, make haste and replace
 The wack rap tracks that lack what you tasting
 When I spit, mmm, let it sizzle
 If it don't touch my soul I can't jam it, that's word to krizzle
 I told my patna chill on them broads, give 'em dismissal
 He replied to me if they on my balls, I let 'em dribble
 I said aw, it's gon' be hard to get a wife, G
 A long way from them days when I rocked the white tee
 And was piping any bopper that would entice me
 Or invite me to them draws but I won't describe the particulars
 You get the picture and can see that I'm meticulous
 In craftin' ways to say my mindset was ridiculous
 I parted ways with days, I crocheted all my sinfulness
 And prayed the photos in my words is photosynthesis
 And help you breathe
 'Cause we all need
 Yea
 Some fresh air
 

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Duration
03:15
Key
2
Tempo
90 BPM

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