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TARAF (feat. Quelle Chris)
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Alternative Rap
TARAF (feat. Quelle Chris) was released on August 19, 2022 by Blah Records as a part of the album 2 - EP
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Album2 - EP
Release DateAugust 19, 2022
LabelBlah Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GROUP
GROUP
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Chard
Jack Chard
Songwriter
Lee Lewis
Lee Lewis
Songwriter
William Shields
William Shields
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GROUP
GROUP
Producer

Lyrics

In paradise for a day or two
Rolling green hills and azure shades of blue
And yet, despite this breath taking view
The only thing I can think about is my hate for you
Life is a dream on Elm Street
As long as you can get beak and neglect sleep
And that's enough to feed the worlds homeless
At the bottom of a wishing-well-deep
It doesn't matter what it means
Unless it's plastered on to screens
'Cause we're burst like your wallet’s seams
In your naïve college dreams
Where you rip Petes brother off to pay Pauls cousin
And blew it all on an eight ball, buzzing
But it's fine, this isn't struggle rap it's rap you struggle to define
My heart heavy as a boulder shit when out to roll
The road bumpy gonna take more than oximer
For the 'Gram, protest get no props either
Sic 'em on the pigs, this the anthem for the cop beaters
Tea and body count shit, Darlene Ortiz with the shotty out shit
They turn victims in to villains
If it's villains they desire give 'em what they manifest
Turn the black fist of power to the black kiss of death
Tryna find atleast a piece of peace of mind my guy
Them blue and red lights is like a creature feature round my guys
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of writing 'bout being tired
Whiteys on the moon, whiteys in the riots setting fires too
In a white hot, blood red, kinda blue with a black pain
That's commodified in Spotify playlists and Netflix collections for the minor view and play date
Being part of the culture from the comfort of their living rooms
We were getting shitfaced, now we're in the streets with our fists raised
Aye aye Captain everything is ship shape
Ha-ha, this a way
Little bit, wiz bit, Billy with the piff lit
All my darts stick like a Pritt Stick
On the school wall, British pull wall
Gotta get a fix like Asterix
The balls stay cool let me pump the AC
Seven mac elevens, four four fours like Jay-Z
Plotting the revolution, fuck around end up locked in a institution
You squandered your contribution
I offer my condemnation of the fucking state
Brutalising us for congregating in a public space
No time to try pump and the brakes we already crashed
Fuck your fellow man it's all about getting the steady cash
Free mental instability with every purchase
And catch a baton if you raise your head above the surface
Stay reliant on the social services, subservient
I see the vultures already circulling
Search in vain for a miracle cure
You strike me down there's a million more
Written by: Jack Chard, Lee Lewis, William Shields
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