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