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tafa - outflow كلمات الأغنية

verse 1 (tafa):

let me purge, i got a bad stomach
while i spit hard tales like fizzy womack
lyrics kodak, this mere chant(merchant) is so black
no nice one, x said “hey take this prozac”
i’m clothed in cloak, was once a pretty bloke
broke, a league below, rhymes won’t stoke

minds,mounds seem insurmountable
at round table,this year blessings will be uncountable

toyin d screamed
no one ever saw what i dreamed

stuck with a crude flow for too long
ade called he said “akhi, your mind is too strong”

trying to do good music, like i f-cked with kanye
if you don’t got dough like sloths you’re edentate
love to dante, i feel like a travelling man
on a journey to fulfil, my unraveling plan
ife says emcees in kreed should be revered
not many doper than he’s heard he said
he says mit gotta see the light or we’ll fight
little brother i do this for you, i keep that will tight

time is key, like the clock can unlock
unf-ck, will the heads unfrock
cos i popped a little to become unstuck
if i annoy you please do not unblock

i wonder what can take me beyond yonder
ponder but capitalism is asunder
your wit is not it, you’re lit is not it
there’s more to it
at times twitter and gram be talking sh-t

they don’t know who we be so you do you
if you ever spat on my art screw you
sun says my flow shines a lot better now
less cloudy head allows for the go-getter now
still the flow ain’t sweeter than st. louis
my vile thoughts want me to sperm paint eunice
i control these demons but at times they pilfer
taf rhymes, sieve sissies, i pop filter

(tafa)
the mit 2018
yeah,this is the outflow

(stoute louis)
let me talk to ‘em

(tafa)
stoute louis go get them

verse 2 (stoute louis):

yo scribbling thoughts
frivolous friending for stuffs
pivotal, holding my turf dawg gimme my props
look seem a little fly then you’re ducking for cops
throw a couple of stacks in ‘fore we ignoring the stops

signed a deal in 2005, burnt the mill, my pen bled, pure bread and fire outta my breath
i done showed y’all n-ggas cl-ssics, i don’t know what is left
still make a few mistakes but i’m watching my steps

uhn
check my cerebral it’s all about the paper
burgundy colour wine, mulberry pine flavour
plus a dime doing the work of a m-sseuse
imma take her and split her heart out with a sabre

- tafa

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