Tobe Nwigwe – Headshots (ft. D Smoke) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tobe Nwigwe - Headshots (ft. D Smoke) (prod. LaNell Grant)

Tobe Nwigwe is here with “Headshots” featuring D Smoke. Listen, stream, watch the video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by LaNell Grant.

Tobe Nwigwe Headshots
Tobe Nwigwe Headshots

Sometimes, a song has so many bars it’s difficult to catch them all, especially when the rapper in question opts to deliver a more dexterous flow. In the case of Tobe Nwigwe, who recently fired off his brand new album Cincoriginals, the D Smoke-assisted “Headshots” proved the perfect platform to showcase his penmanship. And that he does, wasting little time in setting the tone over a smothering synth-driven banger.

What makes his lines so potent is the calm demeanor with which he absolutely bodies his verse, setting up complex structures that take their time in unfolding. “I pray you peep the fact that I’m genuine, and allow the sentiments of my sentences to take root,” he spits. “Cause I don’t weave these bars for the Benjamins / I do it for the villainous gentlemen that chase loot.” Matching his quiet intensity is recent Grammy nominee D Smoke, who slides through with a few thought-provoking bars of his own. “Cause I ride for my homies that I slid in them hearses,” he spits. “Gone too soon, wearing locs in the church.”

Tobe Nwigwe – Headshots (ft. D Smoke) (prod. LaNell Grant)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Oou
Look, coast to coast my approach to the quotes ain’t the most grandiose
But to commodes, I’m still the hot caca
Top shottas and Glock poppers, know I spit hot lava
In hopes to hear a verse that may can stop trauma
Or at least ease the pain
‘Cause where I’m from kappas don’t flip cane, drug dealers do
And if it just so happen that you hear some cappin’
And your partners let it rain, you a killer too
You know, guilty by association
Flow filthy, how I’m still me yet forgo degradin’
The ones who hold the essence of maternity
Fervently, use my vocal chords to show you currency
Is low-key found in respect for women
Not having hoes in line like connect 4, ouu
Aw, hell nah, let that hoe sit
Look, I pray you peep the fact that I’m genuine
And allow the sentiments of my sentences to take root
‘Cause I don’t weave these bars for the Benjamins
I do it for the villainous gentlemen that chase loot
In hopes to fill a void of fulfillment, the illness
That fills us can often be healed by stillness
In the presence of the one who focuses on lames
And lepers all the same, but ain’t ’bout fortune or no fame, hold up

[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
‘Cause it ain’t about no fortune
But I pray you get yo’ bread (Bread)
‘Cause this block ain’t hot, it’s scorchin’ (Scorchin’)
And they comin’ for yo’ head
So you best duck (So you best duck)
Or get out the way (Or get out the way)
‘Cause it ain’t luck (‘Cause it ain’t luck)
When them choppas spray (When them choppas spray)
It’s headshots (Shots, shots)
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, headshots (Shots, shots)
I don’t want to get hit by headshots

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
Super
As I walk through the valley where they shower (Shower)
Rain down bullets by the hour
I sang loud unafraid, let it bang out
Why fire ’cause they cutting off yo’ router?
Ayayay, life’ll throw you little spice like a Thai fried rice
I can show you how to be the light when it’s night night for the opposition (Uh)
Be on my Mekhi Phife, paid me in full, I’m out the kitchen
With gourmet dishes (Yeah), four-course verses (Uh)
Spit this ’til I’m more hoarse than a saddle
‘Cause I ride for my homies that I slid in them hearses (R.I.P.)
Gone too soon, wearing locs in the church (Yeah)
While my tears still fell down my cheeks
On the surface we angry
Can’t show folks that we hurtin’
Took action, an infraction led to a misdemeanor
Now you askin’ the judge, “is it worth it?”
Purple leaves with crystal beads
You roll up trees to medicate pain for the moment
You po’ up shots to slow up thoughts
Of loading shells into barrels with yo’ veins full of Cognac
Sittin’ wonderin’ where you went wrong at
Then you get a call, where the phone at?
Voice on the other side says, “come home, baby”
You ain’t alone, it’s time to win yo’ soul back

[Chorus: D Smoke]
‘Cause it ain’t about no fortune
And I pray you get yo’ bread (Bread)
‘Cause this block ain’t hot, it’s scorchin’ (Scorchin’)
And they coming for yo’ head
So you best duck (So you best duck)
Or get out the way (Or get out the way)
‘Cause it ain’t luck (‘Cause it ain’t luck)
When them choppas spray (When them choppas spray)
It’s headshots (Shots, shots)
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, it’s headshots (Shots, shots)
I don’t want to get hit by headshots

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