EWU II - Tobe Nwigwe, Dulo

So they call you the Ewu where you’re from

Me, where I hail, they call me the Ewúre

Everything I’ve touched, I’ve mastered it

Top of my class… and teacher’s pet

Tobe, you have mastered your craft

It’s only right you show the world

If I ain’t live it, then I’m never gon' recite it

Flow electric with a little bit of gas

I’m a hybrid, flow timeless, spit mo' water than hydrants

That have been open by the ones coping with sirens, killin' 'em

My bars aloe vera, I’m healing 'em

Every adjective and synonym sweeter than cinnamon when I write it

Half my patnas done been indicted

A couple buried in boxes looking at eyelids

Hope yo iris can see the picture I’m painting

I’m what you look like when you not supposed to make it, but you do

Without faking or kissing anus for loot

And you been praying, but if it’s pistol play then you gon' shoot

'Cause you got patience, but’ll empty a case upon a clueless dummy

Who thought that he could run in your place and boost items

I swear I’m so non-violent, no air traffic controller, but got so much guidance

For those who once were high, but need a path to land on

I’m spitting' pivotal principle you can stand on

Put yo bands on, put you fam and yo mans on

Rest in peace to every beat I get my hands on, ouu

Now behold the Ewu

Now behold the Ewu, Ewu, Ewu, Ewu, Ewu

Ahehh, Tobe that’s the type of slayedge we are talking about

Dis no be mumble rap, dis rap way make sense

The rap that you can sit down and say «Hey!

How do I calculate this?

Hey!

Do I need to pull out a dictionary?

Encyclopedia‽

It’s not mumble rap, o, it’s not preschool, it’s not pre-k two

Dis ting, you will need a Ph. D

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