Rahim Samad

Rahim Samad - Tampa Psalm lyrics

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<b>Tampa Psalm</b> by <i>Rahim Samad</i><br />

I'm a rapper of leisure, I pimp flows

Following procedure, and rip shows

Following he leader, and get doe

Make songs that bang in every zip code

Style is all terrain

Like medallians with no necklace

It's off the chain

And I'm good flowing off the brain

Writing game good and the skill level

Is all the same

196, 940, 000 square miles I own

I flow like a fountain

Feds want my name into a number

Incarcerate the god for 10 summers

But that ain't me I ain't deaf or dumb

Or blind

You won't find my mind in a slumber

Or the flow either

I stay fresh like a black kid clothesn easter

This is going out to the village called Progress

Robles, Jackson heights and all projects

Nuccio, and the Clair-Mel district

Tampa be them niggas you don't want no

Shit with

[Chorus:]

You don't want to bring it to them people

You don't want to bring it to them people

You don't want to start with me

And my people be repping the 8-1-3

You don't want to start that shit

You don't want to start that shit

You don't want to start with me

And my people be repping that 8-1-3

(Second Verse)

Off the block unorthodox

And this party won't stop you can call the cops

You can get Cal Henderson and all them pork chops

I got it locked like gold in Fort knox

Stop

I got styles by the bucket

If you take one I'll rock another like fuck it

Regardless of hate you got to love it

Styles elevated ain't nothing above it

Flow is so prestigous

Disturbing your peace like my name Chris Bridges

Got hits I don't aim no misses

And I love ladies can't stand no bitches

Roll with the real ain't ran with snitches

When he got a pen in the hand he vicious

Ain't gonna be another planned statistic

This style hold the cut together like stitches

Vaultclassic the click I claim

Rahim Samad the name take

It to the brain

Like scarface sniffing up cane

He insane but

Won't take a blast to the back of his frame

Or clap his boy over a dame

I ain't got the heart plus I don't know that part

Of the game

I'd rather be the one who remains

Plus I'm real like my city

So we're one in the same

(Repeat Chorus)

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