The EP that contains tracks from the upcoming album "Insurance For Your Self Esteem".

All tracks produced by A. Thompson (Ardamus) for DKA Unltd.
Beats were made with Ableton Live 10 and the MPC Live 2.
All tracks written by A.Thompson (Devils Kissing Angels/ASCAP) except for where features are noted.
Recorded by Ardamus in Washington at DKA Labs and Ron Vento at Nightsky Recording Studios in Waldorf, MD.
Mixing and Mastering by Ron Vento at Nightsky Recording Studios in waldorf, MD.

Dirt On My Name Feat. Darko The Super & Shubzilla [Explicit]

Grapes

Tales from the Dorkside (feat. Darko the Super)

Soul Trash

drip bounce _ 7_24_18

Darko the Super - kill nazis - Remix

kept it a whole red bean i couldn't be triller 

video link: https://youtu.be/z2wToMQGcgQ

lyrics: https://genius.com/Og-spliff-twilight-town-lyrics

twilight town

twilight town prod. argov

More Rap Shit. DONDA

Artwork by Ivan.

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Womp Womp (Darko's Blueprint Remix)

Jalal Verse:
A no name
With no brainers
bring flame to
heat And teach haters
Cold as ice
That froze
Sharp as a light saber
Flows on fleek
To a stranger
We meet they don't first 
See im unique 
I'm like endangered...
A rare organism 
They felt the force was strong within him 
he had the gift of vision 
He kicked real shit 
Its given 
What he spits he's surly 
Livin every 
Verse descriptive
 OLDSOULSALAAM 
Meta-vintage 
What ambition
Not on some young shit
Stupid dumb shit
We all grow 
And lose our outer image 
That's just physics 
If you mature 
We should talk business 
I make decisions they like 
flipping pigeons 
I'm smart 
alerting the village 
Without 
Spilling intentions 
We keep it pressing
Protect investments
Instead of necks
I'm on some next shit 
It's 
Excellent
gave
Em chess 
No one 
ever expected it 
Showed development 
Worked hard 
Excelled at it 
Now we 
Live testing 
Testing.....
1 2 1 2....

Darko Verse:
I'm at my favorite rappers shows with a beat CD
I caught the eye of the TV while poking a dead body
Align my cerebral cortex and I'm outie
I'm everything you ain't allowed to be
By demographic standards 
Pornographic pandering
Fuck hammer time, I'm Bruce Campbell 
Watch the noose dangle 
Lose the smile
I'm on my 25th hour
Dream face, meteor shower
I shouldn't give you the time of day
You might get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of emcees who could kill yah in 8 bars 
Gandhi, Lil B, and Dark
Holler if yah here me and you ain't a narc
Might steal a pair of Clarke's for this
And catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm Joe Pesci with a pen to your neck
Don't care if you're whack, just send me check
I got a crown of thorns and a bed of nails
Sicker than ya average I just get less sales

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Testing 1, 2, 1, 2 (Feat. Jalal Salaam)

Produced by Cryptic One 
Mixed by Charlie Beans 
Lyrics written and performed by NotForgotten 
Artwork by NotForgotten

Verse 1: 

it's hard to break even when the odds are fixed 
since I's a kid--taught to live my dreams 
but it's like breathin' without oxygen 
--need a cpap to help the sleep apnea 
we gag on fake facts--they feed 'em back to us 
battling the establishment--smash the machine to fractured bits 
----my last ditch--got an 'A' for effort 
if only my--tape cassette could say the same 
I'd get some acclaim 
keepin' grubby hands out my lane--I guess I'm McClane 
--rap game's--my Nakotomi Plaza 
--I tip-toe through broken glass 
to rescue my oldest passion 
bet it all against the house in the hopes it'd let me out 
--then I folded--forget me now--I always throw in the towel 

Hook: 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life 

Verse 2: 

I got a lot to give--but I gotta get my take 
& can't live----off--experi--ence--on a resume 
it's curious--how us workin' stiffs are gettin' paid 
while executives--are leveragin' for their percentage raised 
if a nine to five--job--can't provide a livin' wage 
this inequity's--the recipe--for societal decay 
it's beyond all reasonable explanation 
like--sensory deprivation's--effect on the mind 
and--memory--of its patients 
so what's the over/under on an overachiever 
who's broke and overly eager to throw a rope for the reaper? 
you can play the hand your dealt----or take a chance--rebel 
create your own luck----pony up----advance yourself 
that's my gambler's tell--infidel--produce stanzas well 
I'm just trying to set a positive image 
but the odds of me winning are beginning to look impossibly slim 
follow me into--this den of sin--let's pocket these ends 

Hook: 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life 

Verse 3: 

a heart's the only thing of value--lowest score wins 
play my cards close--to my aortic valve--I'm all in 
--all bets are off--check the pulse--and call again 
the low roller--with no dough, blowin' the vault's lid 
I plan to run it--press--my luck like a panic button 
take fat chances on bad hands--til house advantage 
disrupts it--every breaking point's--connected 
--by a fixed line--of credit 
it's a system--designed to keep you imprisoned by debt 
they'll let it ride--'til you're dead inside 
--then arrive to collect (and) 
death is the ultimate price--still I'm rollin' the dice 
--the cost of living a tumultuous life 
--you can make all of the right moves 
and follow concise rules 
but it's the law of probability--still--that you might lose 
the hardest lesson that I had to learn 
you can pass your turn--or take it 
either way--you crash and burn 
still trying to get that backdraft deferred 

Hook: 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life 

up against all odds 
my attempts to rise 
from the depths of this depression 
have gone sideways 
place respect in the method 
and roll the dice--(like) 
playing roulette with a weapon 
can't hedge your bets on your life

Against All Odds (prod. by Cryptic One)

Prod. by @anantagonist666.

I've kept my passion stored in bags and boards
since '95--about the time my moms and dad divorced
they passed the torch--dropped it--left me badly scorched
in family courts--and that's the source--ofcourse
X-force--escorted me through ordinary life--and taught me to fight
conformity--in order for me to be this dork on the mic
contort what I write--to keep the rhyme margins tighter
the lines are darkened so they're not hard to decipher
and if they are you've only completed part of the cypher
artist, martyr, and writer--took two bars and started a fire
this sketchbook is a textbook--a direct look at what I am
took a left hook to the eye--now I'm dead--booked at a signin' forever
put these lines together--I'm resurrected through the rhymes and sketches
and knew this sketchbook would get me through to my purpose
cuz every picture's worth sixty-two point five verses--a thousand words

It's the sketchbook of the dead--I've got nothin' left
no disrespect--you know I love my friends
sketchbook of the dead--and once it's read
you'll understand why I want revenge

Compare the scars up my sleeve to the mark that I'll leave when I'm gone
they'll say my life was like an R&B song--gone horribly wrong
I'm an artist so it's partially drawn
from the part of me that's hardly seen and hardly needs to belong
and if you think I wanna leave then you're perceiving it wrong
the pieces never got released and that's the reason I'm gone
still--I scribble pictures for my little sister
hopin' it'll give her just a sliver of my old endeavors
so whenever I'm with her--I wither--but I'm always there
hold me--smear the finish--but show me you care
it's only a tear--compared to this terrible nightmare
wake up--look where I drew--right there
nowadays the space I inhabit is a basement or attic
and this place is animated like it's breaking the habit
outta time and I'm just tryin' to set a positive image
but I'm haunted by the drawings I am not gonna finish

This is the sketchbook of the dead--I've got nothin' left
no disrespect--you know I love my friends
sketchbook of the dead--and once it's read
you'll understand why I want revenge 

Got Vertigo as I Marvelled at the Image of DC
when they search through all my art I hope they give it to Jim Lee
he could've been an M.D. but chose scriptin' and pencilling
it was the best thing to happen in comics--I have to be honest
I practiced everyday--they trashed my assignments
put in eighty hours of work and on the back an A minus
the faculty's biased--I never even asked for the guidance
that's the way it is--take this shit--masquerade it and hide it
do what you can--ripped apart the art I used to defend and drew it again
--cuz improvement is the truest revenge
I honed this craft--it's now boarding but'll never take off
so I'm mappin' out the story in sketches and stray thoughts
remember erase often to correct your mistakes
I left the sketches just in case I didn't get to explain
and you couldn't believe what the hell I drew
cuz artists use lies to tell the truth

It's the sketchbook of the dead--I've got nothin' left
no disrespect--you know I love my friends
sketchbook of the dead--and once it's read
you'll understand why I want revenge

Sketchbook (prod. by AnAntagonist)

Tony Balogna ("Fringe Burger" Reprise) ['Hidden Track'] - feat. Darko the Super

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.

Testing 1, 2, 1, 2 (Feat. Jalal Salaam)

Darko The Super

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