hall of fame (ft Lake Kyle + Lil Darkie ) (prod. wendigo)(music video link in des)

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)

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MARY JANE (PROD. WENDIGO)

just a little bit longer (PROD. WENDIGO)

lyrics:
yuh
uh-uh
uh-uh
uh-uh-uh
uh-uh-uh
you can come and run away with me
run away, baby

stripping under street lights
i see like three dykes tripping, can i see right?
bug on me linger, i feel a tug and i tingle
like ho, like, no, that can't be right
door bell a ringer, like, nigga, who could that be? night
blood on my fingers again
she run then i bring her the pen
green marijuana turn red when i been with my friends
blowing smoke
send it to heaven, amen, amen
i been walking the block with a pen
not rocking with my cock by the firing pin
sometimes i be talking, i would rather you don't know my hand
uh, uh-uh
climbing and hopping a fence
i'm robbing that cop for his pants
fuck yo' children, nigga, pop at you skip and you prance, uhh
watching you doing yo' dance, move yo' feet
fuck with other people, people oughta come fuck up yo' chance
reaper keep time by the sands
and my mama know i'm tripping 'cause i get it from her
let her call, i'd rather be alone
how could you be such a piece of shit? amma gave you a home
i'ma not pick up the phone, i got rot inside my bones

no matter what you do, don't forget to breathe

stew in my feelings a habit, gripping the foot of a rabbit
tripping, i'm full of the acid now
back in 7th grade swore i would never pass the loud around
now i regret it, would never have said it if the class unbiased
bow down and get back to yo' business, complete sentence
dennis is acting a menace, table tennis
ping-pong, sing-song, do not talk to your dentist
he got work to do, surely you would rather walk through your penace
doing my time on this planet, god damn it
doing my time on this plan it, god damn it

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

THE SANDS OF TIME

lyrics:
uh
okay
spinni— spinni—

spinning inadvertently, grinning of no concern to me
churning my gullet turns in me, burning
a metal furnace, earnestly i deserve it
i sit in silence 'cause my mind is lacking accurate wordage
or maybe courage
with a flourish, writ it spit it
it finished and then release it
plays increase it, rinse, repeat and don't be cheating
deleting comments and buying interaction
by packing that on the back end
impacting finances only through hacking
you niggas wacker than a sack of some 'gnac
and jack daniels, in fact, throw it out
slowing down, what is my plan of attack? growing sound
louder than a pound of that gasoline when it's slapping me
you lacking tree, passing these spliffies that i been packaging
and packing in wax, wack rappers eat crap
flack jacketing in case he shat, plastering the wall
and splattering us all, it's happening
i smoke the shatter 'til i fall, bitch

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
smoke away the stress and then roll up another stick of it
i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
needle full of happiness, i tap the skin and then stick it in

we all addicted to drugs and we wired
johnny at work off a xan-xan-xanax, tired
yeah, motherfucker
coughing up black in the shower, motherfucker
pucker up and hock a loogie
hopefully there's ruby in it, you diminish, truly finished
i got no time for that, niggas whose rhymes are wack
and lines or crack in tiny sacks
spit the facts that bit ya neck, a diamondback
take a sec and check to see ya spine intact
find the pack and tear it open, serotonin mind attack
dopamine is soaking in like hocus pocus, take a toke again
and then rewind the track, rewind the track, rewind the track

when i was a youngin i suffered for being different
but isn't it funny how by sticking out, i'm fitting in?
i think it is indicative of solid qualities
and honestly, the flyest niggas stick to shit (tell 'em)
i like to knit a bit and sew a little, my flow is brittle
where is darkie, nigga? spit a riddle
fuck with a fiddle like the name implies, patience high
complacent eyes racing i, you'll never buy enough time
rough riding tough hide or thick skin
"i stick my dick in a pig pen" and piss ya mom off
i tell her i'm soft, but i be at attention
keep the tension in my trousers, i'll arouse her
then allow her all my power in the shower, nigga
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
'cause it's the only thing these motherfuckers need is getting money
but ain't it funny that i like the veggie better?
i be chilling off the marijuana bumping eddie vedder
fed up with righty bozos and lefty homos
fuck with 'em no mo', i go-go
no fucking gadget, you get your bag yet?
so big you drag it, your heart has maggots
i'm eating celery, lil darkie is a faggot magnet
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
ride a stick of celery until you cream
this is an elegy to celery, a tribute to the green
fuck your culture, what you say and how you mean to seem

i am addicted to drugs and i'm sick of it
sick of it
sick of it
sick
i'm sick of it
i'm sick of it

I AM ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND TIRED OF IT

lyrics:
naa
naa-naa, na-na-na
okay
okay

foot long line of ketamine
don't be a square like tiananmen
go inhale that sediment
crackhead, take methamphetamine
knock like a cop, won't let him in
come in, please sit and settle in
both of the coasts unsettling
please stop your meddling, nigga
wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
i'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing mao
zedong, fade on sight
see me stunting down the block in a painted tibetan fanny pack
like manny pac, i said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
my canny packing gas in it tightly, i might be anti-vax
your auntie lack, i might take her money off of her panty stack
i can't be wack, if i keep on spitting i wonder
when i'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a cd
"can't be slap!" that anti-rap, fancy that! playin' the classics
the way she play with my vlasic pickle i'm not very flaccid
nickel-plated, fickle faded
the metal stoner grown a boner to show her
imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
nigga, get down, take cover, she got an std
she'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me
please go return with some numbers
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
sell powder (yeah), bell tower (yeah)
yell louder (yeah), okay now
okay now, okay now
see me stunting down the block
while they fainting you better watch your head
"hip-hop is dead"
but if i'm so hip and i'm hoppin', what be then?
let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
from matter under the dirt
don't matter if yo' feet hurt
they'll return to be earth
i'm making my way in the night time
we fade if you wanna go fight mine
i'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
under the light shining, bite grinding
i got that paint on my pants
i got that paint on my shirt
i got that paint on my hands
i take a step in that work, uh, uh

THE PAINT WALKING

lyrics:
yeah (huh)
yeah (huh)
yeah (huh, huh)
yeah (huh)
yeah, yeah (huh), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (huh)
yeah, yeah (huh), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (huh, huh, uh)

where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals?

baby, have you seen my socks?
i wanna kick rocks, but i can't now, ooh
baby have you seen my sandals?
i wanna make moves, without 'em i cannot handle it
i thought you had them
they won't wanna get in my way, i step over, over
i hope that i find 'em today
four leaf clover, clover, huh

where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals?

lookin' up on my feet
they all talkin on me, lil darkie
suckin' up on they teeth
i don't wanna suck no meat like you
fuck clout, bitch you better get it, need tattoo'd it
i don't wanna be in a bitter [?] with my mood
i'ma find a sandal bandit [?]
uh, rockin' with the spider clique
i buy the bic, then where it is;
my lighter, got my sandal missing too
bitch you should go tune in, listen rock
don't go losin' this shit, how you walk
when i drop it, people tend to flock
i'm an artist lookin' for my sock

where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals at?
where are my socks and sandals?

SOXNSANDALS (PROD. SOLSA)

hopeless fountain kingdom (Deluxe)

GOOD MOURNING! - Lil Darkie

lyrics:
HEY
YOU SHOULD GOOGLE BLUE WAFFLE
IT’S AWFUL 
TERRIBLE UNBEARABLE IMAGERY

SEARCHING FOR SOME BALANCE
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SYMMETRY?

ROBOTIC PEOPLE MARCHING FORWARD
T’WARD THE INFINITY 

YOU AT THE EPITOME 
OF RAP IN 2020

YOU LOOK FUNNY HONEY
GETCHO MONEY MONEY
IT AIN’T SHIT TO ME

IT AIN’T SHIT TO ME
BUT SOME DIGITS
THE METAL MAKE THE MAN MORE RIGID

“THE ROBOT”

CLOCKWORK
SPINNING LIKE A HELICOPTER
THE COPS WORK
OVERTIME AROUND HERE

I DON’T LEAVE THE CRIB I DO IT ALL IN SIMULATION
WORKING EATING SLEEPING AND ASSISTED MASTURBATION
I’M FACING THE CEILING OF MY BASEMENT AND 
THE GOVERNMENT IS TRACING
THE THOUGHTS INSIDE MY HEAD
AND KEEPING TRACK OF WHAT I’VE SAID 
I THINK IT’S BETTER IF THE VIRTUAL ENCASING
EVERYTHING I DO FROM HEAD TO TOE
AND IT AIN’T DISCONNECT-ABLE

THE MEAT MACHINE DISSECTIBLE
LIKE AMPHIBIANS WE LIVING IN 
A 3D MODEL I FIGURE MY NIGGA
WE MIGHT FORM A SORTA DIGITAL MIGRATION
GIVE UP ALL OUR BODIES BECOME ONE WITH THE VIBRATION

OR MAYBE WE MIGHT MERGE WITH THE COMPUTER 
FORM A NATION OF THE CYBORG SHOOTERS
FIGHTING AI BRUTUS

TURNED AGAINST US
E TU?
YOU WILL END THIS WHOLE GAME THAT WE BEEN PLAYING
IF WE DON’T CONTROL THE SHIT THAT WE CREATING

OR MAYBE THAT’S DESTINY
THE FUTURE THAT WE ALL HELP BUILD

IF THE DEVIL GET THE BEST OF ME
THEN YOU BETTER GIVE HIM HELL 
I’VE FELT

THE VIBE THAT HE TESTING ME
I THOUGHT I HAD TO HIDE MY GUILT

BUT I’VE BECOME A BETTER ME
CYBERNETICALLY

ROBOT (PROD. SKOTSKR)

lyrics:
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT KILL YOURSELF AND BLAME IT ON ME
THIS IS WHERE THE TAG WOULD GO IF THIS WAS A 
TRIPLESIXDELETE BEAT
SHOUTOUT MK

I CAN’T LIE
WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE INTERNET I WANT TO DIE
HOW DID GOD LET SOMETHING SO RETARDED COME ALIVE
FUCK THE WAY YOU MOVING LIKE A FRUIT FLY THAT WANT SOME PIE
GIVE IT ONE YEAR YOUR CAREER JUST WON’T SURVIVE

RUN THAT BACK
NIGGA 
RUN THAT BACK
CANT FRONT THAT PACK 
BITCH I WANT THAT BACK 
MEDITATE SO IM A 
ONE EYED FAG
BITCH YOU HAD YO SHOT
BITCH YOU HAD YO CHANCE 
GO DO THAT DANCE
GO DO PULL DOWN YO PANTS
MY DICK IN YO HANDS SO 
SUCK THAT SHIT

you gon have to go for longer i dont buss that quick
bitch touch that tip
my cock fucking up guts and busting ribs 

YES I WANT TO DIE
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I FEEL TERRIBLE I WANT TO CRY 
I DON’T LIKE YOU RAPPERS YOU SO LAME WITH ALL THE CLOTHES YOU BUY 
I DON’T NEED TO BLOW DON’T NEED NO HOES DON’T NEED NO FORTY FIVE

YOU GON BE 45
STILL SUCKING DICK 
FOR SOME LOVE
FOR SOME CLICKS
FOR SOME BUD
WASSUP BITCH
WASSUP CUZ 

DON’T SAY SHIT 
YOU A FAKE NIGGA
THERE AINT NO CONVERSATION TO MAKE WITCHA

FUCKING 
WITH TOO MANY NIGGAS
I SHOULD DISS MYSELF OR SOMETHING

FUCK FROM AROUND ME YOU ARE CLOGGING UP THE PLUMBING

HATE FILL ME UP
ON MY SKULL IT GET TO DRUMMING

YEAH
(CHORUS)

HANGING MYSELF WITH MY PHONE CHARGER (PROD. MKULTRA)

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SOXNSANDALS (PROD. SOLSA)

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