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Inflow by Tafa Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Thrown in the deep like a prodigy that has to be
The master, wrecking havoc beats to be a disaster
Laughter after every chapter Tafa
Seriocomic, it’s bars for days, no bars for plays

I erase what the last rapper says
Without forensic trace, I got authentic grace
Five times a day I praise, content with my space
Bad boy still, gimme more money, more problems

How can I win when I’m living in a loss
Random thoughts, eating gala sitting in a bus
Lair 45 boss, exuberance like a campus
Anti-mediocrity you can say damn us

They scammed us, 9ice said living things
Falz said “know the way”, I'm hearing living things
I ask “is life about this shiny spinning things”
Still sugar spritely high, I’m just seeing things

The cat chase, the rat race, this bad place
On a mad face, a tad grace, my glad case
My own pace, my lone space, my known phrase
We live in an asylum everyone with their own craze
On a roll cos it is my competition
Clinical bars cut and written with precision
Hardcore rapper never regretted my decision
Toyin beat sick I just drop the prescription

My life, my strife, it's none of your business
My will, tough, elephant skin thickness
Uniqueness, let me revel in my unique mess
I don't give one or two effs if you think less

You Stereotypes; Shxxp Bxforx, not uniform
Horses won't comprehend the beauty of the unicorn
Alien in Orwellian totalitarian
Still I Choose to be humanitarian

Fly grammarian, skills’ a white elephant
Irrelevant, this ain’t rhyming, this is a tele-chant
I flow like water I can come in any form
Emasculating rappers, ejaculating in any mom

The scum looking for any sum,they say I’m dumb
Trying to make it plum, outta the slum, without kissing a bum
These lines are crimes,signs of my Mushin times
Life gave me limes, I turned em into rhymes

They be saying who’s this nigga
I’m Tafa, Shxxp Bxforx, Awa ti Katharsis
Awa faeces you can pass the piss
Thesis is we don’t pass a fist, so you can pass the miss
Men in the mist so tell the miss to pass a sis
Masseuse alchemist, when I kiss it’s bliss or apocalypse, when I poke her lips
She be walking funny like I broke her hips
I’m the batman with some joker tips

Afro pop flow, what y’all want is this
Some lewd speech that could hurt the kids
But who cares, the buck got y’all bucked
Sight is blocked when figures are clocked
Man not man, he don’t got flashy looks
Song not song, you no get catchy hooks