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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Change (FLOWERS EDIT)

Womp Womp (Darko's Blueprint Remix)

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

"The Devil Defeated" is the new album from Darko The Super, entirely produced by Steel Tipped Dove. Titled after a lyric from "Spirit World Rising" by the late great Daniel Johnston. This album plays out as a bugged out coming of age journey all about finding yourself and defeating the devils of the past. The devil represents fear and paranoia. Daniel Johnston is our hero's spiritual guide. He represents light and love. A true force of inspiration. Track's like "Suzy" show the dark side, selfishness and anger. It's a story based on "Suzy's Face" a song by punk legends and Kalamazoo heroes, The Spits. While songs like "Butterflies in My Tummy" represent young love. It even details having to go to the hospital and getting stitches as a child. "The Devil Defeated" is very much a statement. Darko The Super has found his voice and in turn himself.

Stream the first single "Let Go and Let God (feat. Lil B & Charles Hamilton)" and preorder the cassette with Already Dead Tapes.
http://alreadydeadtapes.bandcamp.com/album/the-devil-defeated

We're working with Diggers Factory to bring you The Devil Defeated on vinyl. Limited to 200 copies and won't be manufactured unless we get all those preorders! So please share with your friends. We have a 50 day deadline starting February 18th and ending on April 8th.

Preorder the record right here:
https://www.diggersfactory.com/vinyl/227223/darko-the-super-the-devil-defeated

The Devil Defeated

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.