Date 2021-10-20
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Isaiah Rashad premieres the video for the TIGGI & Free P-produced “THIB” song. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.
Isaiah Rashad Thib
In an era when artists are expected to drop new music at least once a year, if not more often, Isaiah Rashad chooses to travel a separate path. Waiting five years to release The House Is Burning, the TDE rapper’s follow-up to 2016’s The Sun’s Tirade, Rashad dealt with impatience and ridicule but ultimately stayed the course, dropping a slow-burning, well-put-together album as a reward for those who were willing to wait.
The album’s title track, “THIB” is a laid-back and introspective record, and at just over two-and-a-half minutes, is more than enough time for Rashad to flex his uncanny writing ability, but not long enough to get lost inside the lyrics. Not even in an earthquake, which, as seen in the brand-new visuals for “THIB”, is exactly where Rashad finds himself spitting about night riding and his distaste for Hennessy.
Shaken by the aforementioned earthquake, Rashad floats through a suburban neighborhood, stopping by a house party before falling onto the front lawn. Blasting off to a painting studio while ducking paparazzi cameras, Rashad walks us through the life of an introspective rap star before returning to the earthquake and home explosion that started the whole thing.
Isaiah Rashad – THIB (prod. TIGGI & Free P)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, who’s that fuckin’— window, who’s that—
Who’s that creeping in my— Who— Who’s that—
Who’s that— Who— (Too much of it) Yeah, bitch
[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
[Verse 1]
Chain swangin’, still empty, fuck it
Hoes choosin’, still empty, fuck ’em
I don’t even like Henny, fuck it
Night rider, still drinkin’, duckin’
Skydivers, loose cannons, cousins
Real addicts, full-timers, buzzin’
Close ranger, Range Rover, stuffin’
Don’t waste it, no chaser (Who’s— Who’s—)
[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
[Verse 2]
Intriguin’, sound checking, perfect
Soul searchin’, no purpose, purchase
Been an addict, been starvin’, thirsty
Still greedy, don’t tease me, servin’
I’m mobbin’ to the beach
Top down, loud sound, see my peeps
Smoke a pound, stomach growl, let me feast
I need-need everything in my reach, that’s what we preach
My niggas know I’m loco
Don’t tell Rashad he’s a star on the low-low
And raising bars like Lamar on the pogo
I’m selling art, sellin’ souls by the bo-go at the dojo
[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
Who’s that creeping in my window? Who’s— Who’s that—
Who’s that fucking with my conscience? I was
