Teenage Angst Hasn't Paid Off Yet

Big Boys Don't Cry

03 Daisy Age To Dizzy Age

https://uddtba.bandcamp.com/album/great-white-buffalo

06 Morbid Asshole

05 Nookie Through The Phone - Special FX

04 Buy My Baby A Used Fiero On Craigslist

03 First Date

02 Here's The Sound (feat. Exile)

01 Great White Buffalo (feat. Fatboi Sharif)

Womp Womp (Darko's Blueprint Remix)

Smells Like Purple Rain

Never Gonna Give You Up (Darko's Slick Rick Astley Remix)

Lyrics: 
(Pyramid)
Picturesque view from behind the wheel I'll send you a post card. I'm pushing vouges down the boulevard. Vogue on em. Pose for them camera pose ass niggas its the rose carrot gold from unknown. Pyramid alegience through the flesh and bone matter. After throne title niggas rarely challenge god. Holding false idols on a pedestal. My niggas is religion been the subject and the predicate invading your home and travel playlists. Fix a plate and do the dishes when the guests arrive at dinner time.

Suit and tie doing 95. I-69. The Flow divine. Lyrics innertwine with the rhythem feel the vibe or get found inside of ditches  mentality. NRK that's everyday. Until the grave. Family. Crest on chest be magnet to the cash in the stash away. Next to the stash. Next to the blast away. River weather Grey outside my window pane. Rain fx. Visions of making it out these Pyrex projects.

We Smoking doja in the dojo. Never ducking po po. In the low low driving slow she slip off her manolos. Perfume coco. Match frames to shade acid eyes. Actually trippy. You drunk and acting like you juicy j. we Blowing skunk and purple haze. Don't think you won't catch the fade. Catch you out of line we gon let them tools. sarinade. Resonate. Vacate local tropical. Started from the bottom layer now we epidermal glow topical.

(Darko)
Find me on the Rodney Dangerfield show, ahead of my time, go with the flow, embedded in the mind, driving down route one, playing that jazz, call me Jim Cunningham cos I’m so rad, mack’ing the cuties with the automatic bazooty, so what sue me, clue me in, maybe you could ask Marvin, what’s really going on? starving for a Darko song, one more false move and they all gone

Never see me with a floozie at the mall, I’m watching foreign movies with the subtitles on, you ain’t in the game till you got a thousand tracks, rap snitches bragging 'bout selling crack, not the super, you live vicariously through your computer, you ain’t the future of shit, you’re just David Porter, How’s your sister? it’s been a few weeks since I pork’d her, I’ll take a spiked bat and bang them shits, straight torture

Jailor man and Sailor Sam searching everyone, but they won’t find me, I’m Mr. Jones, spun the naked gun, but I’m home alone, hold the phone, slap the ice cream cone out yah hand, should’ve known I’m the man, working on it like the worst band in the world, gets necklaces and pearls, I want my quarter, 2 dimes and a nickel back, do yah math or be wiggity whack, ever more sicker perhaps, a dull boy like Jack, in Payless Shaq’s 

You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna do something
You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna be something 

http://www.stonesthrow.com/pyramidvritra
http://darkothesuper.com

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Dumb (Feat. Pyramid Vritra) [Prod. by Doc Heller]

"CREEPAZOID!"
https://udontdeservethisbeautifulart.bandcamp.com/album/creepazoid

No I Don't Have A Gun (Prod. By Charles Hamilton)

"On any given night somewhere in the suburbs of Philadelphia Darko the Super sits in his bedroom and pours himself into a song. He takes no time off; but it’s also not work for him. It’s much more than that. It’s a necessity for Darko, an Already Dead Tapes veteran who is dropping his 4th release (3rd solo) for the label. The end result of his unreal drive is always an album’s worth of uncontrollable, unedited, thought provoking, hilarious and gut wrenching songs that force you on a roller coaster ride through the 22 year old Philly rapper’s world. On his new tape ‘Carve a Happy Face on My Tombstone’, Darko brings us along with him while he experiences love, heartache and the aftermath of a broken relationship. The 13 songs on this tape glow with the beats of Detroit producer All These Fingers, who perfectly compliments Darko’s grim pre, during, and post relationship rants. What the two have created is something truly remarkable; an album that is as weird and horror stricken as it is accessible and relatable. Darko’s sense of vulnerability shines through in every track and eventually starts to sound like your own conscience. Of course there are the elements that we’ve come to expect from him: shout outs to Nirvana, porn references, violent daydreams, distrust for the government and nods to his hero Bill Hicks. Darko, however, goes beyond that on this release and allows us to view his love story from the infancy of his relationship, through the breakup, to dealing with the heartache, back into another relationship, through that breakup, back into heartache, through despair and into death. As morose as that sounds it is also a reminder of how we all go through Hell to find the love that we are looking for. If it’s too dark, that’s because it hurts. If it sounds harsh, that’s because it’s infuriating. And if it comes across silly, that’s because it’s the greatest comedy of them all." 
- Wesley Nowlin, Already Dead Tapes, 2016

Bandcamp:
http://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/ad203-darko-the-super-all-these-fingers-carve-a-happy-face-on-my-tombstone

iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/carve-happy-face-on-my-tombstone/id1113757459

Spotify: 
https://play.spotify.com/album/2zE1NPS9af5L0UHsjpcBXE

Amazon:
https://amzn.com/B01FTGO4WY

Amateur Hour

Bitter

Peanut Butter and a Spoon

Peanut Butter And A Spoon

Lyrics:
I wanna leave my body
I want a tree to grow from my rotting corpse 
I wanna kiss the sky and tell it, I'm yours
I'm gonna live in a different cloud
There's nothing left for me in this town
Like little Jimmy, I'll go to the lake and drown
Carve a frown in my skull
Earth is a suburb and life is dull 
All you beautiful people are poor unfortunate victims to circumstances beyond your control
Don't ever play this song on a little piece of plastic with a hole
Not till I'm lowered into a hole
The dirt was fresh and so was my soul
Just like the world now my blood was cold
Suicide by cop or a shot from the grassy knoll
Cremate me to ash I'll live on your shelf
Just like the records I listen to by myself
Shape and mold me, I'll be your silly putty 
Stretch me till I feel less ugly
It's time for me to dis-corporate 
Drill a hole in my head so I lose all my faith 
I wanna be sedated shooting holes in the moon
My brains in the frying pan there's flies on the fruit
Abort me from this womb the gloom is unbearable 
Existence is numb and everything's terrible 

There's ghost in the attic
Radio's play static
I'm feeling dead

iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/carve-happy-face-on-my-tombstone/id1113757459

Spotify:
https://play.spotify.com/album/2zE1NPS9af5L0UHsjpcBXE

Carve a Happy Face on My Tombstone

Discorporate

Discorporate (Prod. by All These Fingers)

As I'm writing this I have $2.68 in my bank account. I recently finished my most ambitious album yet, "Take Me To Your Computer". In hopes of pressing it to vinyl, I put together this collection to share with you. "We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free." a quote from the greatest human being there ever was, William Melvin Hicks. Another album title I could have gone with is "Who wanna be a cop but a power hungry idiot?" a lyric in the song "NYC Cops" by Heems. With all the oppression going on in this world, I'm reminded of another important message from Bill Hicks, "It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one." If you're suffering at this time, I want you to know, you're a driver, you're a winner, things are gonna change I can feel it. 

Love, 
Evan

http://udontdeservethisbeautifulart.bandcamp.com/album/we-all-pay-for-life-with-death-so-everything-in-between-should-be-free

Marble Head Johnson

Marble Head Johnson (Prod. By Gloam)

Lyrics:
So I’m back on the block
3 hots and a cot
Suicide watch
Look at my wrist
Clock melts as it ticks
Finna get paid off Cambell’s
Art is a gamble
I’m a rambling man
Trying to stay above land
Making love to my hand
Big fan of Sunny Lane
6 foot bunny in my brain
My favorite Beatle is John
All my favorite people are gone
I stayed home and wrote songs
Never went to prom
Reciting my Tears for Fears
One step away from cutting off my ear
It was 12th grade she worked at sears
Stil rap on demand
You can catch the back of the hand
It’s like this and like that
They never write back
I’m a reject
I’m useless
That’s the industry
And OkCupid
Turn me up a notch
Give me all the base you got
Refresh that email
Quit rap do retail
That’s what they told me
You must not know me
All on my lonely
All other rapper’s is phony 
Real one’s be BasedGod & Gandhi 
Mr. Motherfucker and the Homeboy
I’m a grown boy
I’d like to give a shoutout to the Ozone
Put on that Murdoc & MyGrane as I go home
Stepping off the bus
Another bad day, life sucks
But momma put the icing on my toaster strudel

Momma put the icing on my toaster strudel
And made a cool design
It really blew my mind

http://udontdeservethisbeautifulart.bandcamp.com/album/we-all-pay-for-life-with-death-so-everything-in-between-should-be-free

Toaster Strudel

Toaster Strudel (Prod. by Gloam)

Lyrics:
God, Fuck America 
Home of the jerks 
Convenient store clerks
Get kicked in the face 
Based on race
It leaves a bad taste
I wanted to explore space
But instead
I'm brain dead 
Red rum shower
Blue eyes, white power
You leave my mind sour
I hope you rot in hell 
Rolling in the casket 
Like the cot in your cell
Bullet wounds
Show and tell
Jumping off the roof like Billy Jacobs 
That's when you wake up
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
Chemically imbalanced 
I'm at the CVS drive through 
Big Mac, McNuggets, and fries too
Medication cocktail
Daydream holiday sale 
Waiting in line 
Pick-up trucks and apple pie 
You survive off paranoia alone
Talking on a toy phone 
Like a crybaby 
Dance with the devil
Yes, no, or maybe?
Egomaniacs 
Take a walk down the psychopath 
It's a manic Monday
Another Satanic Sunday 
Put a quarter in the machine 
Make sure you don't tread on me 

Do the Mildred pierce 
It's living in your ear
We got the peppermint twist
And the ginger beer
We got alien piss
Lime green lemonade
Won't find a better way to spend the day
We're losers
One in all
I got this number on the bathroom stall
Sally in the alley plays the best hand ball
Gooey Louie 
The plastic sooey 
Jelly donut
Don't wanna grow up
Flagpole sitter with your patriotism 
Shut the fuck up and listen

God, fuck America 
Home of the jerks
God, fuck America 
I can't find work

Apocalyptic Bastard

God, Fuck America

God, Fuck America (Prod. by BLKrKRT)

100% of proceeds made from this album will be donated to the ACLU. 

Tracks 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 11 produced by All These Fingers 
Tracks 3, 10 produced by BLKrKRT 
Track 4 produced by Doc Heller 
Track 8 produced by Gloam 
Track 9 produced by Wino Willy 

Thanks to Ruben Gallego for playing guitar on the opening song as well as lending me a microphone. 

Album inspired by “Who Are The Brain Police?” by Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention. 
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Are_the_Brain_Police%3F

http://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/darko-the-super-dont-call-the-brain-police-all-proceeds-to-aclu

Don't Call The Brain Police

You Suck

Lyrics:
Rich man, I ain’t your bitch man
You’re made up of paranoia
I came here to destroy ya
Bring all your lawyers
I’ll have you painting fences with Tommy Sawyer 
You wanna build a wall and lock your self off
I wanna kick you in the balls till your wig falls off
You’re a sell out and a fucking creep
A child rapist and a sucking leach
A fear mongering egomaniac dummy
You and your inbred kids are fucking ugly
Your supporters are ill-informed skinheads
Deep south dickhead pig fucks
Don’t test your luck
I will crush you like your fans do PBR cans
Mr. Little Hands I hate your orange spray tan
My gay friends husband looks better than your wife
I’m stuffing you in a locker for the rest of the night
Soon you’ll be doing commercials for diet sprite
You’re not my president, I don’t value your life
Or any of those hill billies
The secret service is gonna have to kill me
I’m tired of seeing you on the tv acting silly
Looking like a doll voiced by Jennifer Tilly 
Go play with your boy toy, Jimmy Fallon
I throw darts at a picture of you when I’m free styling
I ain’t afraid of you, though you got a scary face
Men like you are the reason women carry mace
Always wheeling and dealing
Fuck america, I’m moving to New Zealand

https://youtu.be/1VEXc7COF6Y

Donald Trump Sucks Cocks In Hell

Donald Trump Sucks Cocks in Hell

Lyrics: 
Fuck Hip Hop DX, I'm too advanced for y'all 
Let me pull down my pants so you can suck my balls 
Marcel 
Go back to working at united parcels 
You don't even create 
The ginger bread man, coming for all half bakes 
I cracked the safe, gate keeper punks 
I ain't here to make believers out of chumps 
I'm running over skunks 
I'll put chunks of your dead parents in your chili 
I better never catch you in Philly 
Trent Clark? Motherfucker I'm Clark Kent 
Don't let me find you in the parking lot dead bent 
I live with my parents so I don't have to pay rent 
I play the game smart 
You're lame Clark 
I hope you become a base head and suck dick for your next hit 
All your co-hosts are pricks 
I know you seen my message 
Must be too busy watching young and the restless 
Listening to Tech N9ne cos you're so edgy 
Trying to look sexy for every puff daddy you see 
You could never be me 
You look at expression as an industry 
If you were starving I wouldn't let you lick my spoon 
I wouldn't even let you clean my room 
Fuck you 
Darko bout to blow up and get a mill a check 
And make sure in hell, the devil dances with your silhouette 
I got my name from Richard Kelly not the pistons 
Say it to my face when I'm on tour in Detroit, Michigan 
You pansy bitch, I don't make art as a business 
Where's your 50 albums you bogus critic? 
Don't make me hunt you down, like the chronicles of Riddick 
I ate my spinach and my wheaties 
You can't defeat me 
I'm too strange, like E.T. 
Hip Hop DX? More like wanna be B.E.T. 
I listen to WMGK 102.9 
You listen to MGK and that dude can't rhyme 
How many think pieces have you wrote on J. Cole's career? 
Close my freezer full of heads motherfucker it's cold in here 
You're a doofus internet blogger who thinks I'm too weird 
I'm gonna find you in LA, and murder your whole staff 
You trying to be like Rev Run, taking bubble baths 
Well I'm a take my spiked bat to your black berry 
Then it's lights out for you Mr. rap fairy 
You think that's scary? 
Wait till I get my hands around your neck 
I'm Darko the super, motherfuck Hip Hop DX 

You can't defeat me 
I'm Darko baby 
The finest of MC's 
You think that's crazy 
I got you tied up in the basement 
Electric shocked with a pole 
Bang your head on the pavement 
It's not about how many records sold 
You ain't got no soul 

And marcel said 
Nothing you idiots, marcel's Dead, he's locked in my basement
 
Produced by Doc Heller

HipHopDX Bad, Darko Good

HipHopDX Bad, Darko Good.

In memorial of my favorite band of friends, YJY, I wrote a song as an ode to their genius. I learned a lot in the few shows we played together. If you're reading this, you better put me on the reunion tour. Darko Loves You. 

Lyrics:
Rockstars die everyday 
But the YJY are here to stay 
In my heart forevermore 
Your summer lifeguard was a little whore
So pack your sorry's in a sack
Cos your favorite band just got the axe 
American gladiators and cry babies
Call the army better yet the navy 
Save me from the same noise 
Have a laugh with Steve and the boys 
Through being hip and through being cool
They're teaching devolution in our schools
The YJY will endure forever
Ricky put your mind through the shredder
Melting your face into sticky ooze 
Timmy played that bass like hot goo
Let it drip from the ceiling like honey
Dave banged those drums like it owed him money
Buddy Holly's dead, did you get the news?
Breaking up is easy, growing up is hard to do 

Couch surfing for eternity

https://yjyband.bandcamp.com

Couch Surfing For Eternity (About A Band)

"congratulations! you’ve managed to RETURN TO THE HELL HOLE STORE presented to you today by already dead tapes. darko and ialive have come back to serve as your gracious hosts as you stroll down shady lane to the most bugged out, booty bouncin’, rip roarin’ rap attack you’ll ever have until the next time we revisit THE HELL HOLE STORE. Along the way, you’ll stop off and hear what CODY JONES has to say. DROOL G RAP is going to tell you what he really thinks of THE HELL HOLE STORE. The bull-headed TORITO explains why he’s seeing red. While visiting THE HELL HOLE STORE, you’ll hear plenty of references to the best shows of yesteryear, pets, other hell holes across the nations, food, bullshit, etc...you know, real grade-a material that you can only find at THE HELL HOLE STORE. i can tell you that the fellas really polished up the production this time around. tracks like “hell hole cafe” and “musician street” sound like MTV* made them. However, tracks like “mellow yellow 2” and “room 123” show that THE HELL HOLE STORE won’t ever stray too far from the weird side. while darko and ialive both take turns flying solo on some tracks, i like it best when they come together. darko is vicious - he spits like the dilophosaurus in jurassic park. newman doesn’t stand a chance. ialive is cool and soothing like aloe vera on your left arm after you’ve been driving with the window down all day. he croons like bing crosby. despite the contrasting styles, you’ll come to find that these two somehow magically mesh together flawlessly. if you’ve ever had tajin on watermelon, you know what i’m talking about. the guests kill it, the beats are funky, darko and ialive are definitely on. you think you’re ready to RETURN TO THE HELL HOLE STORE? if so, you better not have brought any coupons. 
*the real MTV, i don’t know what they have now" 
- Alex Borozan, Already Dead Tapes, 2017

http://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/ad253-the-hell-hole-store-darko-the-super-ialive-return-to-the-hell-hole-store

AD253 The Hell Hole Store (Darko the Super & iAlive) 'Return to the Hell Hole Store'

Hell Hole Cafe (prod. by All These Fingers)

Last night, I saw my favorite punk band for the first time and it was a life changing experience. I was so inspired I wrote this song on the drive home then made the beat when I got back at 2 am. Here's my tribute to the true people's punk, The Spits.

Lyrics:
I got a guitar from space 
I wanna rip off your face 
I wanna be in the Spits 

Let's play a game of skate
Maybe we could go for a date 
And I could play you the Spits 

Take a year off a school
Pull the plug, drain the pool
I wish I was cool like the Spits 

Make me an offer I can't refuse
Challenge you to a game of horse shoes
I bet you'll lose to the Spits 

Working for the man
10 cents for the can
Can't wait to go home and hear the Spits 

I was once just a bug
On that night I found love 
Listening to the Spits 

Little Suzy cream cheese 
2.2 kids, a neighbor named Steve 
And I'll always love the Spits 

Number one this week
Next week, every week

The Spits

Lyrics: 
The Hell Hole Store is the new Das Racist 
Peep us at the Huck Jam we like to thank Bucky Lasek 
We made it! 
Jokes it's us, c'mon be real 
I eat so much donuts, I'm surprised I can see still
Amputate me 
My friend 
I'll be the great bambino
Till the end 
Darko The Super is a moron 
I don't know how to stop getting emails from groupon 
You try to see a movie for cheaper and they got you for life 
At least I got to see those little snots get kicked out the theater, that was nice 
I like to reminisce 
I like to pick up my girlfriend from the train station and give her a big kiss 
I never liked Licorice or Jelly beans 
Every time the Eagles lose my dad shoots up the Telly screen 
With a metaphorical gun of anger 
When your grandma fixes you a sandwich be sure to thank her 
It's the little things that count 
Like 3 months salary on a ring, what's that about? 
Love isn't cheap thrills 
It's a nice summers day on the grill 
I haven't seen the matrix in a while which ones the good pill? 
Either way, hot dogs and electric lemonade 
Take me down to country farms we're all out of syrup 
In the morning I'm making waffles 
In the afternoon I'm writing lyrics 
The aftermath of teen spirit 
Smells like angst 
Under smell me? Thanks 
I wish I was cool as 40 water 
Then they could sprinkle me 
I'll be a ballaholic until I'm wrinkly 
Then I'll get a pair of velcro shoes 
Plop me in front of a tv so I could watch the news 
Mr. Nobody 
We all grow old but some of us grow ugly 
It's a shame 
I doubt they'll be reincarnated as rain 
A drive thru fast food chain stain on your favorite shirt 
The one you got at the merch booth 
You traded it in for a monkey suit 
Now your a businessman on the go 
Running away from what you fear you know 
To be true is ignorance 
To be with you is bliss 
There's plenty of fish in the sea
But I don't have gills, I'm a man, or at least that's what I wanna be 

Take me home now
Grandma's house is so boring 
I gotta go now
I'm Philly's avant-garde king 

Bonafide Weirdo 
Living in strange days with Lenny Nero

December Song (prod. by Agnes Obel)

"When Darko first submitted his request to join the Already Dead family, I’m embarrassed to say I wasn’t into it. The music went straight over my head. By the time 'Oh, No! It’s Darko' dropped, I knew I had been wrong. Then the 'Knox Overstreet' and first 'Hell Hole Store' tapes hit and I realized I’d probably never been more wrong in my life. 2017 brought us 'Apocalyptic Bastard' and 'Return to the Hell Hole Store' and I’m just mad he isn’t world famous yet. 

Darko is the most unique and yet somehow relatable rapper you will ever hear. He is a torchbearer for every artist refusing to compromise, quit, or step back, regardless of reception. He’s put in the time and done his homework. The result is another essential entry in the future classic catalog. We may not deserve this beautiful art but The Super has delivered anyways. Now buy the tape, bump it on all occasions, and let’s make 2018 a little nicer." 

- Sean Hartman, Already Dead Tapes, 2018

Cassettes available through Already Dead Tapes & Records: 
alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/ad274-darko-the-super-bogus-poetry-in-the-dizzy-age 

Artwork by Joshua Tabbia

AD274 Darko the Super 'Bogus Poetry in the Dizzy Age'

Do You Know Where Andy Can Score Some LSD? (Prod. by Hectic Zeniths)

Fuck You Biggie Smalls (Prod. by Gloam)

CS#019: "Thank You BasedGod" by prolific Philadelphia oddball-rapper Darko The Super! A tribute to the all-powerful Lil B "THE BASEDGOD", this 11-track banger will be a sure-fire soundtrack to the summer. 

Cassettes:
http://cakesoda.bandcamp.com/album/thank-you-basedgod

Ultra Rare 10" Lathe Cut Picture Disc
http://udontdeservethisbeautifulart.bandcamp.com/album/thank-you-basedgod

50% of all digital download sales will be donated to RAICES Texas. Find more info here: 
www.raicestexas.org

Thank You BasedGod

Opposable Thumbs

Cold Rhymes Records are proud to present the latest release from Darko The Super: Year of the Darko 

2018 was a hell of a year for the Philadelphia artist, as he blessed the world with no less than 10 albums and now he returns with a new project that encapsulates the spirit of all of those previous offerings. 
Year of the Darko is a mixtape of sorts and features 20 of Darko’s favorite tracks from the year, while simultaneously offering a fine insight into the mind of one of the most prolific artists of the current generation of hip hop entities. 

While Darko himself remains the main star of the show, he is joined by a strong cast of supporting artists, who help him to bring his art to life. There are guest features from the likes of Homeboy Sandman, Serengeti, MC Paul Barman, Lil B, Mr. MFN eXquire, Moka Only, Harvey Cliff MC, ialive and Height Keech, as well as some solid production credits from Starchildluke, Gloam, Big Baby Gandhi and Amaze 88. There is also some exquisitely crafted input from Darko’s production alter ego, Doc Heller. 

The project itself is hosted by Height Keech, with the ever-capable Steel Tipped Dove on mixing duties. 

The whole project acts as a superb introduction for those listeners who might only be discovering Darko for the first time and is an ideal springboard for diving into the obscene amount of music that he has created over the past 12 months. It also serves as the perfect ‘Greatest Hits’ style collection for his more familiar fans. 

Year of the Darko is available now worldwide. 
http://darkothesuper.bandcamp.com/album/year-of-the-darko

For all press enquiries please contact: 
udontdeservethisbeautifulart@gmail.com

Year of the Darko

Kill Nazis

Philadelphia MC and U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art label owner Darko The Super has a wonderfully oddball discography, and his new LP sees him teaming-up with self-proclaimed “post-Dilla” beatsmith BLKrKRT, whose own breezy and soul-infused instrumental a hot summer also dropped this month. The duo’s Card Tricks For Dogs is titled after a line from comedian Bill Hicks, is dedicated in the liner notes to “all the dogs in the world,” and pits Darko’s screwy and spaced-out tales against slick, synth-heavy arrangements, with entertaining results. On the ’80s-influenced “Imaginary Girlfriend,” Darko plays out a fictional breakup in his head; elsewhere, “MC Pee Pants” showcases Darko’s warped story-telling with an incident involving drinking too much Mountain Dew causing him to miss a show while hunting down a restroom. Guest appearances include a nostalgic turn from Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire on “Purple Ketchup,” plus some sartorially-inspired rhymes from MC Paul Barman on “Semiotics Of The Suit.” 
- Philip Mlynar 

daily.bandcamp.com/2019/09/26/the-best-hip-hop-on-bandcamp-september-2019/

"Darko's latest effort, appropriately titled Card Tricks For Dogs includes songs about breaking up with an imaginary girlfriend, Charleston, SC and being the self proclaimed "worst rapper in the world". The 13 song album includes features from Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire, Torito, Height Keech, even MC Paul Barman! Darko's raps always make me laugh when I least expect it. His verses are a series of one liners that tickle every funny bone in my body as they lay over lo-fi beats that put me in the mind of Madlib." - Spoken Nerd 


"Card Tricks For Dogs is Darko the Super’s 257th album and it finds him wearing many hats, from indie rapper to R+B wordsmith to lounge singer to heartbroken crooner to standup comedian." - Charles Bridgers IV 


"This is my latest and greatest magnum opus. Produced by my long time collaborator and friend, BLKrKRT, one of the best in the biz. The title "Card Tricks For Dogs" takes its inspiration from my light and guide in the universe, Bill Hicks. Some may tilt their head at this album and there's nothing wrong with that. Others may wag their tails and to those that do, I salute you. Thank you for listening. I put my heart, soul, and hard earned money into this release. It's a labor of love. I brought some friends along for the ride. Thank you to everyone involved in bringing this to life. Steel Tipped Dove mixed the socks of it. Harvey Cliff crushed the artwork, someone should guard his precious hands at all times. BLKrKRT sent me the illest beats. MC Paul Barman brought the most delicious cake to the session. Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire is on top of the world, it's an honor to have him as a friend. Height is the master of his craft. Everybody loves Googie, the man with a smile that could light up the world. ialive, you handsome son of a gun, don't ever change. Torito, you deserve this beautiful art, you're The Sphinx to my Mr. Furious. Joe of the legendary Static Brothers came through with the ill peripheral. Alora, you're my heart. Thank you to everyone who inspired these stories. Darko loves you!" 
- Darko the Super 

This album is dedicated to Minnie, Shadow, Snoop, Marla, Kacey, Bismark, Honey, Piper, Lexi, Georgie, Scruffy, Rocco, Bella, Enzo, Toodles, Biscuit, Jelly, Snowflake, CD, and all the dogs across the world. 

Raps: Darko The Super 
Beats: BLKrKRT 
Mix & Master: Steel Tipped Dove 
Artwork: Harvey Cliff / Jacob Dombroski

Card Tricks For Dogs

MC Pee Pants

Dedication to the legendary J Dilla, took the beat from the Welcome 2 Detroit Instrumentals vinyl, hope y'all dig it. Rest In Peace Dilla Dawg

<a href="https://theartistunion.com/tracks/9f2047?soundcloud_ref=description" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Download for free on The Artist Union</a>

Dilla Dawg Is The Illest (Prod. by J Dilla)

Artwork by ialive

https://uddtba.bandcamp.com/album/crack-smoking-donkeys-from-outer-space

Crack Smoking Donkeys From Outer Space

Crack Smoking Donkeys From Outer Space (Remix) (feat. Nosaj from New Kingdom, and Day Tripper)

"Mandy" from Darko the Super's critically acclaimed "There's a Horse in the Hospital" gets the remix treatment just in time for Christmas. Featuring samples of all your favorite Christmas songs from Dr. Demento's Christmas compilation. Harvey Cliff MC breaks down the plot of Nicolas Cage's best performance in the film Mandy. A tale of love and revenge just like the story of Jesus. Merry Christmas ya filthy animal!

Artwork by Harvey Cliff

https://uddtba.bandcamp.com/album/a-very-mandy-christmas

A Very Mandy Christmas

https://uddtba.bandcamp.com/album/dont-play-card-tricks-with-satan

MC Pee Pants (Ray Ray Beats Remix)

Darko the Super is the weirdo rap superstar alter ego of Evan Souza. Born in the bosom of suburbia in 1993, Darko the Super wrote his first song at the tender age of 5. A prolific mad genius on the beats and microphone, also the mastermind behind indie label, U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art. Darko has collaborated with the likes of Lil B, MC Paul Barman, Homeboy Sandman, Open Mike Eagle, and Mr. MFN eXquire. His favorite album of all time is “Hello Nasty” by the Beastie Boys. Darko has stated his biggest inspirations in life are Bill Hicks, Frank Zappa, and Andy Kaufman. Other influences on his style are E-40, Kool Keith, Del the Funky Homosapien and Ghostface Killah. As a producer, J Dilla, Madlib, and MF Doom have had the biggest impact on Darko’s production technique.

Darko played his first live show at a college in Lancaster, PA. He cleared out the dance floor and made $47. That was the genesis of his career as a professional musician. Shortly after, he started landing gigs and performing all over Philadelphia or anywhere that would have him, and eventually connected with independent cassette label, Already Dead Tapes in Kalamazoo, MI. Later, Darko took a bite out of New York City, linking up with collaborators Steel Tipped Dove and Harvey Cliff, who became two pivotal pieces of the U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art stable. Harvey Cliff became to Darko what Art Director Jeff Jank would be to Stones Throw in these formative times for everyone involved in the label.

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