Download: Tobe Nwigwe - JÔCKÎN (The Originals)

Download one of Tobe Nwigwe's newest singles "JÔCKÎN" off his #getTWISTEDsundays collection here. 

Tobe is the short form of the Nigerian American's full name "Tobechuckwu" which means "Praise God" in Igbo Language.

"JÔCKÎN" is smoothly delivered with catchy lyrics where Tobe talks about making it to heaven when the trumpet sounds and other things. The song is backed with a beautiful video which was shared a month ago on YouTube by Tobe.

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Get 'The Originals' album HERE

LYRICS

[Intro]

Keh Keh Keh Keh

Yuh

Get twisted Sundays we ain't gonna waste no time

Look

[Verse]

A lotta folk Jockin

This beat rockin

Southwest raised G Mob still poppin

The blades still choppin

The babes still boppin

The rap game look like the new slave auction

Can I get a what

Can I get a who

I flow for the the trigger happy rapping jigaboos

And those that be itchin to clap at the biggest coup

Who pack an SMG but don't work at the ticket booth

Look no movie real raps in my iTunes no Uzi

Lowkey fat fine but she pose goofy

Highkey flow raw but it's no sushi

Boy I'm on wipe me down like the old boosie

Yuh shoulder chest pants shoes

Shoutout sim he the coldest with the dance moves

Try love try God and you can't lose

But try me and Ima show you what these hands do

Yeah Young Jurn hit me up said she movin down

Used to ride metro but I'm boomin now

I only rap to keep the ratio coonin down

Don't sleep on me I got no chill

Every beat I'm on road kill

God bless me with cheese like Ro-tel

Cause I ride this coat tail

Most my partners still make door sales

And they be like oh well

Rock so much Ice it look like snow fell

And they move it whole sale

Go tell it on the mountain

It's Wee-Gweh to the people pronouncing my last name acting like it's a fountain of consonants when they making the announcment

I'm tired of it

Stop it

I do God's work I'm philanthropic

I keep my beard glistening like a prophet

And hell if I ain't the plug then I'm the socket

I swear the whole hood got my back like a chripractor

Cause every bar I get it poppin like a firecracker

I'm tryna go from Genesis to the final chapter

So whenever the trumpet blow I survive the rapture

Yuh yuh

You'll catch me hang gliding on clouds

Screaming out no diggity no doubt

Elohim next to me lookin Hennessy brown

We both jiggin

Swear I'm married to the game I elope different

Used to dream about the slab with the 4s tippin

Back when twista and do or die

Had me po pimpin

Every bar guava you can see the flow drippin

Yuh don't touch my drip let it marinate

I swear I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's

It's the reason every track I'm on defecate

Prayline 5:30 just to medidate

Me and fat got it poppin on our wedding day

I swear I rap for every piru and hoover

Tryna maneuver around the barricade at the pearly gates

Let us in every wretch need a rest haven

I keep it movin never worried about the steps taken

I give middle fingers to Satan wrestling with God

Demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless Jacob

I'm gone