Mushin Laureate by Tafa Lyrics
Chorus (Adewale):
Mushin laureate
E ti gbo story mi yet
Dagboru,this one no be film set
E get, you now rocking with the best
Verse 1 (Tafa) :
Soyinka outta lair 45
Trying to fortify minds, rhymes mortify
Trojan bars burn Ballad mongers
Styles bonkers, like I’m from Yonkers
Street poetry but the mind state literate
Shxxp Bxforx, Daddy freeze mind state reiterate
I’m from clogged gutters and hard times
Stolen ballots by minions, none gets mad fines
Gunplay, axe play, I tell you it’s all play
Little girls get high in the ghetto all day
Locked up, by some science student apron, not Akon
Young kids fe sha she, who send an A1
In the outskirts, the outcast trying to outlast
Not a big boy but like LD wanna get out fast
Word is whatever you learn you earn
Then be truth, whatever you perceive you pen
Verse 3 (Tafa) :
The laureate with the lit literature
Sun’s scripture paints that Picasso picture
The fly fixture, it’s that hood levitation
Dedication,poverty be good motivation
How do I kick against this oppression?
Prevalent in the land, graduates in depression
Dark streets but the system’s the same complexion
A reflection, the truth needs no deflection
I’m a meaner Nina trying to reflect the times
Not a cleaner sinner trying to effect with rhymes
Uhn, I spit that Pulitzer Prize poetry
Like damn, rhymes flattering like coquetry
I’m from the Mushin clime
Truth, you think I’d taste like kush and lime
Naah!!!
No dime, (so) I ain’t forming tush and prime
I rhyme for folks who kick, push in grime
Mushin laureate
E ti gbo story mi yet
Dagboru,this one no be film set
E get, you now rocking with the best
Verse 1 (Tafa) :
Soyinka outta lair 45
Trying to fortify minds, rhymes mortify
Trojan bars burn Ballad mongers
Styles bonkers, like I’m from Yonkers
Street poetry but the mind state literate
Shxxp Bxforx, Daddy freeze mind state reiterate
I’m from clogged gutters and hard times
Stolen ballots by minions, none gets mad fines
Gunplay, axe play, I tell you it’s all play
Little girls get high in the ghetto all day
Locked up, by some science student apron, not Akon
Young kids fe sha she, who send an A1
In the outskirts, the outcast trying to outlast
Not a big boy but like LD wanna get out fast
Word is whatever you learn you earn
Then be truth, whatever you perceive you pen
Verse 3 (Tafa) :
The laureate with the lit literature
Sun’s scripture paints that Picasso picture
The fly fixture, it’s that hood levitation
Dedication,poverty be good motivation
How do I kick against this oppression?
Prevalent in the land, graduates in depression
Dark streets but the system’s the same complexion
A reflection, the truth needs no deflection
I’m a meaner Nina trying to reflect the times
Not a cleaner sinner trying to effect with rhymes
Uhn, I spit that Pulitzer Prize poetry
Like damn, rhymes flattering like coquetry
I’m from the Mushin clime
Truth, you think I’d taste like kush and lime
Naah!!!
No dime, (so) I ain’t forming tush and prime
I rhyme for folks who kick, push in grime