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 fucked 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

Unfuck, 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 shit

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 niggas classics, 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 masseuse

Imma take her and split her heart out with a sabre