HOUSTON TRIBUTE MEDLEY (NPR MUSIC'S TINY DESK)

What's good

My name is Tobechukwu "Tobe" Nwigwe

I'm an Igbo boy from the southwest side of Houston

And I came to put on for the SWAT

In Houston, Texas

We roll on choppers

I said southside, we roll on choppers

Southside, we roll on choppers

Southside, we roll on choppers

Or hold it down (Hold it down)

Hold it down (Hold it down)

We gon' hold it down

The south gon' hold it down

Hold it down (Hold it down)

Hold it down (Hold it down)

We gon' hold it down

Southwest gon' hold it down

Look, off the bat I attack, word to Bruce Wayne

I spit crack and I stay strapped, don't need the shoestring

But don't confuse things, the good shepherd gave me a new frame

Of mind so you could see that I'm different, that's word to 2 Chainz, ouu

But I'm still the same ol' G

I stay low-key with more sauce than aioli

I play goalie when blessings start to rain on me

And catch a lot the chips and guacamole, ouu

That's monetary blessings for you slow people

My flow a monastery for them extra poor people

That don't get commentary and get honored rarely

For the guava jelly they produce even though they get thrown fecal

Matter on a platter made by they oppressor

I shatter all the chatter that seem to make us lesser

Than anybody that put on they drawers the same way I do

Name could be Motley the way I get it rockin' with my crew

But it ain't, my name Tobechukwu

Which means 'praise God,' but just like Face Mob, I knew too well

Just how good it felt to be a gangster

Roll with more Gs than bankers but somehow found sanctums

All up and through the streets of Alief

Grew up a beast but, in my pants, kept a crease

Now I slay beasts, 'member when I would slay freaks

Back when Sherwin worked at Popeye's and would sneak an eight piece box

Of chicken straight through the drive-thru

Back when we was young, dumb and broke in high school

And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru

And would ride, live and die by one concise rule

That's 'less it's a one on one, no spectatin'

Or you'll get hit and be tryin' to breathe with your chest vacant

That's the hood definition of breathtaking

No Wes Craven, I seen horror films on the west daily, ouu

But you play the cards you dealt when you don't get to pick it

Fat ain't the thickest but she solicit Jahweh the quickest

Most people get explicit when tryin' to visit

The mountain top to sacrifice all with that and the thicket, ugh

I'm speaking solely of atonement

And most would get it if they weren't livin' just for the moment

The air we breathe is rented, repent if you think you own it

That's hard to comprehend when you busy bendin' them corners

Loners is what they say you must become to separate yourself

That's a misnomer, relationships are the greatest wealth

The problem is you in relationships with hate itself

Is the sole establishment so much so you wouldn't date yourself

Ouch, that's a pinch that might cause an abrasion

But don't fret, we all miss some steps F'n with Satan

He got to pissin' on my leg and told me it's rainin'

But that urination led to the actualization

Of me crackin' the safe in my life 'til I passed the frustration

Of one of my partnas clappin' his gal then blastin' hisself and

Realizing that the world is flawed

Though it's all Gucci, it's the same dookie in different stalls

Elohim introduced to me to Lucy so we could waltz

Then wipe me down like Boosie and use me to make withdrawals

On folk that got integrity and light

Then pass it back to those that lack the necessities of life

The recipe for equity ain't in celebrity hype

And your destiny low-key tied to the death of the device

That has your spirit mangled, I peep your frustrations

Stop giving CPR to their situations

Some people don't go far 'cause they too impatient

I went from rappin' in the car to rappin' with Sway and

Tracy G, I audaciously

Murdered every beat that they gathered on the plate for me

So they plainly see how the spirit embraces me

Way before I get to see all the Gs like freemasonry

Ouu, taste and see the goodness

Of the drinking gourd, my Lord, reward the horde

That follows the torch you stored inside my pen

My flow be leadin' towards shores that might convince them

That healin' might just could happen for the nappy heads

But the feet can't stop at the beach, then dig much past the edge

And let your toes hit that water, renew your aura

But keep a pistol to slaughter any demons that come at your neck

Yeah

I said keep a pistol to slaughter any demons that come at your neck

Southside, we roll on choppers (Big Moe would be so proud)

Southside, we roll on choppers (DJ Screw would be proud)

Southside, we roll on choppers (My grandpa would be proud)

Southside, we roll on choppers

Now that's how you do for June 27th