1)… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least three artists recording under the name of Tifa
1) Mladen Vojičić - Tifa is a Rock singer from Bosnia and Herzegovina, born in Sarajevo in 1960. (See below)
2) Tifa (born Latifa Brown) is a Jamaican female deejay
3) Tifa is a folk group from the island Timor in the Indonesian archipelago. Tifa sing in three different languages whilst striking a bamboo instrument called a Takadau.
Mladen Vojičić - Tifa began his career in 1979 as a bass player in a Heavy Metal band Prvi Čin. The same year, he left Prvi Čin and became a member of a jazz-rock band Kako Kad, where he soon started singing for the first time. He also sang in three more bands, Paradox, Top and Teška Industrija, until in 1984 he became a singer of one of the most popular rock bands in ex-Yugoslavia, Bijelo Dugme.
After one year and only one album ("Bijelo Dugme", 1984), he left Bijelo Dugme and in 1986 he started singing in a Hard Rock band called Vatreni Poljubac and recorded one album with them, "100% Rock `n` Roll" (1986). 1987 saw him fronting another popular Bosnian Hard Rock band, Divlje Jagode. With Divlje Jagode he also recorded only one album, "Konji" (1987), and left. In 1989 he finally put together his own band, simply called Tifa Band, and started successfull solo career lasting to this day.
Tifa and his band have recorded five albums so far:
1. "Tifa No.1" (1989)
2. "Samo ljubav postoji" (1990)
3. "Šareni dan" (1994)
4. "Dani bez tebe" (1995)
5. "Ostaću s tobom" (2000)
Mr. T
Tifa Lyrics
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If I give you my heart don't play with me
'Cause when you give me the ital style
Bald head cyaan' do it fi me
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
Please, oh, please come talk to me, yeah
Empress don't you worry yourself
Cah you know seh me tap inna yuh frequency, hm
I'ma treat you like a queen, mek you sit upon the throne
Use up yuh brain, the knowledge inna yuh dome
And ital stew, not no chicken or no bone (no)
Me give you the roots while yuh sipping on Patrón
When me rock it and me dip and me slap it like a cricket
And you know me nah go lick it
Oh stop it, that's ridiculous
Love it when you deal with it
So proper and meticulous
Inna yuh batty rida like when Buju did say, "Big it up"
Mr. Rasta Man
If I give you my heart don't play with me
'Cause when you give me the ital style
Bald head cyaan' do it fi me
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
Please, oh, please come talk to me, yeah
Empress don't you worry yourself
Cah you know seh me tap inna yuh frequency (chuh)
Lovin' all the livity, the righteousness you give to me
You use me like a instrument and play me like a symphony
Me know seh dat you like me but me really wan' you in to me
The vegetable and the eggplant dem weh you bring to me
So new to me, beautifully, di energy you give to me
Come-come suh, we multiply and bring the tribe suh fruitfully
Usually me neva talk my feelings dem so truthfully
Me feel like we could start up a community
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
If I give you my heart don't play with me
'Cause when you give me the ital style
Bald head cyaan' do it fi me
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
Please, oh, please come talk to me, yeah
Empress don't you worry yourself
Cah you know seh me tap inna yuh frequency, frequently
Baby girl, just come yah mek we tie the knot
Me show you every style me got
Me know you have a tiny slot, me have the key fi fly the lock
Gimmie all the time you got, Ras' nuh use no Viagra
Me blend up all the macka, pumpkin seed and the irish moss (huh)
Put in the work and mek you smile
Me know you love it when me fly mi locks
Give you a massage, coconut oil you back
Me know seh this you nuh use to
But to how yuh so beautiful me haffi get through to you
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
If I give you my heart don't play with me
'Cause when you give me the ital style
Bald head cyaan' do it fi me (a wap'n to dem?)
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
Please, oh, please come talk to me, yeah
Empress don't you worry yourself
Cah you know seh me tap inna yuh frequency, hm
The lyrics to Tifa's song "Mr. T" depict a woman expressing her desires and expectations in a relationship with a Rasta man. She warns him not to play with her heart because she is serious about their connection. She appreciates his "ital style," which likely refers to his Rastafarian lifestyle and the spiritual and naturalistic principles associated with it. She believes that a bald-headed man cannot provide her with the same level of spiritual connection and understanding.
The song also showcases the woman's admiration for the Rasta man. She promises to treat him like a king, value his intelligence and wisdom, and provide him with nourishment, using the metaphor of "ital stew." The lyrics also touch on their sexual relationship, emphasizing the Rasta man's skill and the woman's satisfaction. However, the song goes beyond physicality and highlights the woman's deep emotional connection to the Rasta man, suggesting the possibility of building a spiritual and communal bond.
To summarize, "Mr. T" is a song about a woman's yearning for a meaningful relationship with a Rasta man, expressing her desires for emotional and spiritual connection, as well as her admiration for his lifestyle and intimate skills.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey, yo, Mr. Rasta Man
Hello, Mr. Rasta Man
If I give you my heart don't play with me
If I give you my love, don't toy with my emotions
'Cause when you give me the ital style
Because when you show me your unique way of life
Bald head cyaan' do it fi me
I am not interested in someone without Rasta hair
Please, oh, please come talk to me, yeah
Please, oh, please come and have a conversation with me
Empress don't you worry yourself
Don't worry, Empress (royal woman)
Cah you know seh me tap inna yuh frequency, hm
Because you know I connect with your vibes
I'ma treat you like a queen, mek you sit upon the throne
I will treat you like royalty, allow you to be in charge
Use up yuh brain, the knowledge inna yuh dome
Utilize your intelligence and wisdom
And ital stew, not no chicken or no bone (no)
We'll have a nutritious dish, without any non-natural ingredients
Me give you the roots while yuh sipping on Patrón
I will provide you with authentic knowledge while you enjoy your drink
When me rock it and me dip and me slap it like a cricket
When I perform my moves and gestures passionately
And you know me nah go lick it
And you know I won't disappoint you
Oh stop it, that's ridiculous
Oh, stop it, that's absurd
Love it when you deal with it
I love how you handle things
So proper and meticulous
So appropriate and careful
Inna yuh batty rida like when Buju did say, 'Big it up'
In your buttocks, like when Buju said 'Give it praise'
Lovin' all the livity, the righteousness you give to me
Loving all the positive energy, the goodness you provide me
You use me like a instrument and play me like a symphony
You utilize me like a musical instrument and create a harmonious experience
Me know seh dat you like me but me really wan' you in to me
I know that you like me, but I truly desire a deep connection with you
The vegetable and the eggplant dem weh you bring to me
The healthy food and the sexual desires you fulfill for me
So new to me, beautifully, di energy you give to me
You bring a fresh, beautiful energy into my life
Come-come suh, we multiply and bring the tribe suh fruitfully
Let's come together and create a fruitful and abundant community
Usually me neva talk my feelings dem so truthfully
Usually I never express my emotions so honestly
Me feel like we could start up a community
I feel like we could establish a strong bond
Baby girl, just come yah mek we tie the knot
Baby girl, come here and let's get married
Me show you every style me got
I will show you all the skills and abilities I possess
Me know you have a tiny slot, me have the key fi fly the lock
I know you have limited space in your heart, but I have the key to unlock it
Gimmie all the time you got, Ras' nuh use no Viagra
Give me all the time you have, a Rasta man doesn't need Viagra
Me blend up all the macka, pumpkin seed and the irish moss (huh)
I mix together various natural ingredients
Put in the work and mek you smile
Put in the effort to make you happy
Me know you love it when me fly mi locks
I know you love it when I let my hair down
Give you a massage, coconut oil you back
I will give you a massage, using coconut oil on your back
Me know seh this you nuh use to
I know you aren't accustomed to this
But to how yuh so beautiful me haffi get through to you
But because you're so beautiful, I have to find a way to connect with you
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: Ali Darvish, Damian Marley, Keron Salmon, Latifa Brown, Sean Diedrick
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