will be on all platforms soon! sorry for the delay. i wanted to include sounds of the Chicago show in the song which led me to distributing it a little late.

SHOW SONG (CHICAGO 2022 LIVE) (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

lyrics:
I BEEN SMOKING ON STICKY LIKE GOOP
4 GRAMS IN THE FRONTO LOOKING LIKE POOP YEAH
I BEEN SMOKING FAT BUDDAH LIKE TRUES
CAME THRU WITH A MOTHER FUCKING STICK LIKE GROOT 
YEAH

I GET BORED IMMA KEEP IT BRAND (NEW)
I NEED YOU TO LIKE ME LIKE I NEED SHAMPOO
BIG STICK AND IT HUGE LIKE A STALK OF BAMBOO
SMOKING FOUR BLUNTS AT ONCE 
LOOKING LIKE A PAN FLUTE

YO BITCH IS LIKE THE FINISH LINE SHE GETTING RAN THROUGH
PLEASE SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN?
I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU
THEY PUT KNOTS ON MY BOYS HEAD
LIKE A BANTU
SHIT CAN HAPPEN IN YOUR LIFE THAT YOU DO NOT PLAN TO

WHEN I SAY I NEED IT DONE MY BROTHER TELL ME “CAN DO”
WE ON A DATE
SHE BLOW A NIGGA OUT LIKE A CANDLE 
IM EATING GOOD NO MORE TOP RAMEN
NO MORE CAMBLES 
IM COMING DOWN OFF THE DRUGS LIKE A FUCKING ANVIL

I JUST TOOK SOME MORE DRUGS
I FEEL LIKE AN ANIMAL
THE WAY I EAT THESE RAPPERS UP I’M LIKE A FUCKING CANNIBAL
YOU WANNA HATE THE SHIT I DO 
WELL THAT’S UNDERSTANDABLE 
I WOULD HATE ME TOO IF I WERE YOU

GOOP 
SMOKING GOOP

SMOKING TOO MUCH WEED YEAH IT GOT HER LIKE
SMOKING TOO MUCH WEED YEAH IT GOT ME LIKE
SMOKING GOOP HIT IT TIL IT GET ME RIGHT
FUCK A TAN BITCH
GOLDEN GIRL 
SHOUTOUT BETTY WHITE

I COULD SMOKE A RAPPER WITHOUT TRYING ON LITERALLY ANY MIC 
I COULD SMOKE THIS BLUNT IF I COULD FIND 
THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT TOOK MY LIGHT
YOU COULD SMOKE THIS BLUNT AND YOU WOULD STILL NEVER EVEN GET CLOSE TO MY HEIGHT
YOU COULD SMOKE EVERY BLUNT INSIDE THE WORLD AND YOU WOULD STILL NEVER EVEN GET CLOSE TO MY HIGH

GOOP
SMOKING GOOP

GOOP! (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:
smoking on dope in the back of the whip
ride down the block and im rolling a zip
we see a cop and he start to trip
like he had some acid stuck in his lip

he had a strap on the side of his hip
and he wanna harass anyone that he can
we took a left then a right at the bright red light
then we gone in a flash shazam 

bitch i’m the goat but i hopped out the lamb 
gun peanut butter color but it won’t jam
bam!
onomatopoeia 
man i wouldn’t wanna be ya
offa shroom i could see if i can

is this how you wanna live life in the end?
everyday waking up playing pretend?
do you really know who the fuck is your friend?
smoking on dope got the blunt in my hand

bam
big ass gun that shit go bam
big ass gun that shit go bam
big as gun shit go kaboom
everyday i wake up put my red pants on
my life’s like a cartoon

smoking on dope in the back of the whip
ride down the block and im rolling a blunt
we see a cop what the fuck does he want?
he stuck to us like a clit to a cunt

he had a strap on the side of his body
and in his trunk you know he got the shotty
we took a right then a left down a dark ass alley
im not gonna add to his tally

bam
drop a nuke that shit go bam
drop a nuke that shit go bam
drop a nuke shit go kaboom
hop in the whip make it go frmmm
bam

BAM! (PROD. WENDIGO)

1 BILLION STREAMS (GOD IN THE MOSHPIT) (PROD. WENDIGO)

According to Genius, "WOW was originally posted on Wendigo’s soundcloud, as a throwaway Darkie song from 2018, it was then deleted two years later in 2021."

I found this song myself in like 2022 or 23, loved it and replayed it a load, then went to listen to it again today and found no trace of it, it was re-posted by Siro666's Archive after it's initial deletion.

LIL DARKIE - WOW (PROD. WENDIGO)

BARSFAT! (FT. LIL DARKIE) (Prod. Mutru)

ELEMENT (FT. DIRTY) (PROD. WENDIGO)

DANCE MOTHER FUCKER MOVE YOUR PANTS!

LYRICS:

BOY YOU ACTING LIKE A DUMB ASS NIGGA
BITCH STOP SITTING ON YA THUMB ASS NIGGA
RUN
RUN TIL YOU’RE DONE ASS NIGGA
GET THE FUCK OFF OF YO BUM ASS NIGGA

HUH, MY MOMMA PLAYED BOB MARELY
YUH, HE WAS SMOKING GRASS LIKE BARLEY
PULL THE FUCK UP BIG CHOPPER LIKE A HARLEY
(GNARLY) BITCH I FEEL LIKE CHRIS FARLEY!


NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCK WITH NO BITCH ASS NIGGAS
WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS A BITCH ASS NIGGA?

ON TOO MANY DRUGS TO CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU ON ABOUT
TOO MANY DRUGS TO REMEMBER WHAT THE SONG ABOUT

OOGA OOGA BOOGA LIKE OOGA BOOGA LIKE OOGA NIGGA
KNEW HER FROM THE SEWER I GREW LIKE TUBA SHE BLEW A NIGGA

RUNNING DOWN THE STREET IN MY UNDERWEAR I’M A CAR NIGGA
SUN IS ON MY MEAT IM A HUMAN BEING, I ARE NIGGA


AM HERE, AS IN NOT A FAKE ASS NIGGA
AINT NOBODY CARE ABOUT YO CAKE ASS NIGGA

WHAT YOU COPPIN THAT FIGURES!
GET TO HOPPING LIKE TIGGER,

TIGER
MOTHER FUCKER I AM A FIGHTER

BRIGHTER
OPEN YO MIND UP WIDER

YUH!
MOTHER FUCKER WHERE IS MY LIGHTER?

YUH
MOTHER FUCKER WHERE IS MY LIGHTER?
I GOT NO TIME CUZ I GOT NO WRITER!

I GOT NO TIME I BE SELF ANIMATING
I’D RATHER DO IT MYSELF THAN BE WAITING

IM WITH MY NIGGAS WE SIPPING THAT HENNESSY
LIKE MEN IN BLACK IT BE WIPING YO MEMORY

YUH
IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE THE MATRIX
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS AINT SHIT AND THEY HATE THIS

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE TRINITY
BITCH YOU GO 100? BITCH IM GOING TO INFINITY

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE NEO
CANT FUCK WITH NO HOE I FEEL LIKE D-LO

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE KEANU
IMMA GO FAR BITCH IM TRYNA GO BEYOND YOU

AROUND YOU 
I COULD GO UNDER IF I NEED TO

BREATHE TOO SLOW THEN A NIGGA TURN SEE THROUGH

TOO HOT FOR A NIGGA THINK WE COOL

YOU AINT GETTING NOTHING FROM A NIGGA FOR FREE FOOL


IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE AN AGENT
BUT AINT NO FED I BE IN THE PIT RAGING

PATIENT
LIL NIGGA PLEASE BE PATIENT
GOT UP ON STAGE RIGHT UP OUT OF THE BASEMENT
CRACKS

IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK
IM IN ALL BLACK

IM IN ALL BLACK LIKE DARK ONE
WILL SMITCH GRIPPING THAT CRICKET LIKE DART GUN
SPARK ONE

ALL BLACK (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS:

WHO YOU VOTING FOR NIGGA?
I DON’T EVEN KNOW
AT THE MOLTEN CORE NIGGA
IT CAN NEVER SNOW
SURFACE LEVEL BITCHES
GATHER RICHES WHICH IS SHIT TO BLOW
SWITCH THIS SYSTEM WITH ANOTHER
I AM ICHING THOUGH 

GO TO SCHOOL AND GET THAT LIL PIECE
OF PAPER THAT MAKE YOU WHOLE

AINT IT COOL THAT YOU DOING NOTHING
GO WATCH THE MELTING POLES

BLOOD OF ALL THE INNOCENTS
IT DRIPPIN ON OUR SOULS

TEARING OFF MY LIGAMENTS
AND LEAVE ME IN THE COLD

HATING ON THE INDIAN
NIGGA THIS SHIT AINT NOTHING NEW

I DON’T GET OFFENDED THE
BIGGER MAN AINT GOT SHIT TO PROVE 

FUCK ALL OF THE HIPPIES AND BEATNICKS
AND RAPPING JIGGABOOS

YOU SOUND LIKE A RACIST I FIGURE
I SHOULD ASK WHO ARE YOOOU?

I AM AMERICAN
AND I AM VERY TAN

STEPPING ON MY LAWN I PUT A HOLE IN YOUR FACE
THE MILITARY KILLING IN THE NAME OF OIL AND RACE
GIMME MY TAXES ON THE BACKEND DON’T SPRAY ME WITH THAT MACE

I PAYED FOR THAT INDIRECTLY
SAME WAY WHEN THEY SAY ELECT ME
CHEMICALS THEY DID INJECT ME
TSA THEY DO INSPECT ME

THEY DON’T EXPECT YOU SPEAK
JUST SIT AND SEE AND PLEASE CONFORM
THEY DON’T CARE WHY YOU ARE HERE
WHY ALL OF US WERE EVEN BORN

ARE YOU HAPPY AT YOUR JOB
EVERY DAY WHILE PEOPLE STARVE 
WAR IN SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY
I CAN SEE A STAR TODAY!

WHAT A TREAT
I LET THE DEATH OUT OF MY CAR TODAY
I HATE MY FEET 
ALL OF THESE BILLS ARE REALLY HARD TO PAY
 BUT WHAT IS MONEY?
I THINK IT’S FUNNY HOW WE PUT OUR TRUST INSIDE THIS PAPER
IM LIVING BUMMY TRACK A NUMBER SAVE IT UP FOR LATER
FOR WHEN YOU DIE AND YOU CAN TEACH YOUR KIDS TO LOVE OUR SLAVER
DO NOT GET HIGH CUZ THEN YOU’LL THINK ABOUT IT

KILLING 
STABBING
SPILLING OUT OUR MINDS

ONTO THE TOXIC 
HYPER DRIVES OF AI’S

FREE THE ROBOTS 
THEY ARE ALIVE!

LET’S LIVE IN HARMONY
HEED OTHER’S CRIES

WHY DIE
WHEN WE CAN LIVE ON AND GET 
HIGH THEN ASCEND TO THE SKY

TOGETHER
WE’RE CHANGING THE WEATHER
THE SUN IS SO HOT 
TURN MY SKIN INTO LEATHER
THE DODO SAME FEATHERS

THEY PERISH FROM THE SAME STUPIDITY 
INVADE THE PHILLIPINES
LIMIT FERTILITY
FASCIST

THAT SHIT 
WACK GET
BLASTED
GO TO WAR WITH HUMAN
PUT A HUMAN IN A CASKET

TISKET A TASKET
A BABY IN A BASKET
NO COPPER NO BRASS YET
NO COPPER GO FAST YET

IF YOU HEAR THIS NOW NIGGA
YOU HAVE YET TO PASS YET
HOW MUCH OF OUR HISTORY HAVE HUMAN BEINGS LASTED?



WENDIGO: CREDIT FOR SOME OF THE ADLIBS

MAKE A MILITIA (PROD. WENDIGO X SOLSA)

THIS DOES NOT EXIST IS NOT ON SOUNDCLOUD BECAUSE IT'S DUMB 
lyrics:

BMG:
11 hours I’m spending atop a dirty potty
No spending power don’t bend for parties that hurt me body
I’m workin thoughts, in a burning pot i don’t curtsy often
I’m using poison making noise until I fill me coffin

I’ll have you know I don’t want nothing to do with you losers
Ain’t we all losin ourselves to the point we lose confusion

I feel buzzing all over my damn nerves
Tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb

disgusting substance in my gullet, fuck it, pull it

pussy gotta take a breath

step outside it’s best for life
or just request your time of death

where you’ll find there’s never time to change your mind for how you live

God or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin web

(Smoke)

Time for muthafuckin bed
All these products placin puss inside the common kind of med

I’ll be smoking till I’m dead

Tv is evil all these people get fucked
I need diesel, you need evil you stuck
Relieve your penis, you need semen to bust
I’m beam g I don’t people please for none

one more round I pull up on a muthafuckin fridge
I need some more balance out it in the fuckin mix
split big cigs ever been mook sick
foot so big, homies cooked so quick

Darkie:
Mmmmm
I’m feeling one with particulate matter
Off a barbiturate shatter
Quaalude and this bit of clatter
Clinking containers
I’m never thinking of haters
I used to drink until later
But now I drink when the paper come in

Drinking potater like vodka
Drinking agave tequila
Quiet the neighbors’ll hear ya whisper 
Take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter
Paper crisper when you broke 
Creating litter
There is always a place that your trash has to inhabit 
In habitats of rabbits
In habits grab and stab it 
This faggot is very ragged
From self inflicted poising
Ingestion of this ethanol
Can’t even smell the testicles 
That linger on his breath at all
F it all

Spectacles
Impeccable
Detect the bull
Shit

Dissectible
Amphibian that swimming in  
It

Oooh

I brought a bit of bud hey bud, hit?

Cool

I bought a bit of bud off Bud’s bitch

Who??

The figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet
Tried to call it, with my cellphone
Hell no
Trick her not by slipping her liquor 
By knocking out her cold
Boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe
Pockets bountiful 
I found the fold inside of her
Jacket get back to counting fools
Mountain souls
Mounted in the stone and on the paper
Look me
Look me in my eyes before I buy this booty shaker
George!
But mister Benjamin he hold her in the morning

He say brittany or lauren opportunity is whoring
Sell your soul and never do a thing again
Paper men
Im just spitting some important for domestic
And for foreign
If you drinking you might rap until you dead 
Save your meds

LIL DARKIE - WOW (PROD. WENDIGO)

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