[Chorus]
Free your mind o, be formless
Shapeless like water (Ighotago)
Free your mind o, be formless
Shapeless like water (Ighotago)
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, first off you should understand that the big boss dawg ain't gotta rap
I do it for the ones who come from crumbs in the slums with the drums flippin' the packs
My angle
I ain't gon' lie, that hoe a little obtuse
But I keep a blammy when I'm with my family 'cause I'm prepared for whatever the opps do
Give props to me and Nell, hell, we figured it out
Stay independent and keep a high percеntage of my distribution, word to Steve Stoutе
Boss talk (Free your mind up)
But on these beats I never cease to keep it lethal
Keep a baby rapper layin' in the fetal
Fat had my baby then we had a sequel, had to double up
Got that ultra black dad drip game
Where I'm from, playa, swear a drum major ain't the only one who that can flip 'caine, ouu
But these streets are feeble when it come to evil
And my kinfolk was like Optimus in his prime
Had his mind wrapped in diesel, all gas
No brakes, no fake shakes, I eat beats, I scrape plates
If ya need water I'm the Great Lakes, dawg, I'm
Alkaline with the rhymes, I design, hard to find
Any kind, shape, form, or fashion of rapper that can match me, I'm draggin'
All the competition, beat the system in some Nike slides and white socks
'Cause what I'm spittin' swear the vision on ultralight beam, no cyclops
My block is what I keep inside me
I was raised 'round Gs who like to riot
And if they ever moved p's they kept it silent, like
Psalm, psychic, pneumonia, or pseudo, but you know I'm too cold
The only thing I lack is fructose
Ain't nothing sweet about me, I'm Cujo
Free your mind o, be formless
Shapeless like water (Ighotago)
Free your mind o, be formless
Shapeless like water (Ighotago)
[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, first off you should understand that the big boss dawg ain't gotta rap
I do it for the ones who come from crumbs in the slums with the drums flippin' the packs
My angle
I ain't gon' lie, that hoe a little obtuse
But I keep a blammy when I'm with my family 'cause I'm prepared for whatever the opps do
Give props to me and Nell, hell, we figured it out
Stay independent and keep a high percеntage of my distribution, word to Steve Stoutе
Boss talk (Free your mind up)
But on these beats I never cease to keep it lethal
Keep a baby rapper layin' in the fetal
Fat had my baby then we had a sequel, had to double up
Got that ultra black dad drip game
Where I'm from, playa, swear a drum major ain't the only one who that can flip 'caine, ouu
But these streets are feeble when it come to evil
And my kinfolk was like Optimus in his prime
Had his mind wrapped in diesel, all gas
No brakes, no fake shakes, I eat beats, I scrape plates
If ya need water I'm the Great Lakes, dawg, I'm
Alkaline with the rhymes, I design, hard to find
Any kind, shape, form, or fashion of rapper that can match me, I'm draggin'
All the competition, beat the system in some Nike slides and white socks
'Cause what I'm spittin' swear the vision on ultralight beam, no cyclops
My block is what I keep inside me
I was raised 'round Gs who like to riot
And if they ever moved p's they kept it silent, like
Psalm, psychic, pneumonia, or pseudo, but you know I'm too cold
The only thing I lack is fructose
Ain't nothing sweet about me, I'm Cujo
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