Tiny lil guy and I’m walkin’ down the street

lil darkness the type of rapper who can make a song like dis...and make a music video that matches all of the lyrics

this a perfect song to listen to walk to work rn

AYE SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH IM WALKING HERE FUCKKK

BONG RIP

Reuploaded, idk y tf eric north got rid if this heat :(

ERIC NORTH NOT ON THAT GAY SHIT FT. LIL DARKIE & CXRPSE (PROD. WENDIGO) [better audio reupload]

the napoleonic wars (wendigo X darkie)

Like Mike

SHOOT PEOPLE YOU DON'T LIKE (PROD. WENDIGO)

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

(PROD. LIL JUDAS/LIL CUBENSIS/WENDIGO)

wait at the gates for me 
my nigga I’m dying 
fate is a weight 
debate the state of my mind
generate hate
emotion i cannot find
I’m feeling great
and i don’t have enough time

to tell you all i want to 
aint no way to rewind
the way it seems to taunt you
the world is not kind
at moments it can haunt you
when shit’s out of line
just know that I’ll be gone too
and no one will mind

and no one will mind

that you were one of many 
who were thrown to the swine
that you were sipping henny
or you tripping on wine
that someone took a bullet
put it into your spine

smile and know that
no one will mind
any moment body might break
anybody wanna die baked?
fuck yeah at this rate
pick a date
“real late”
ho it aint no debate

with no mind

with nothing in your head
ill speak my truth till I’m dead
fuck every fed
I’m getting red in the face
i aint put you in your place

will you submit?
bow down!
stare at your feet
or “look up at me take a seat”
suck on your tit
i go so dumb on the beat
bec cuz i know one day ill be under 
some feet

like you!
like you and me
best friends forever in the fucking tress
less than a feather better sail the breeze
atoms gather in the sky and in the land and seas

murderers and people that defend the bees
women and they children and the men they please
sky dimming i be grinning i can end this tease
at what’s it like to be a god brought to bend his knees


TELL US ANOTHER ONE!


“THIS IS THE STORY OF INDIAN JESUS”



THERE WAS ONCE A BOY 
WHO WAS BORN THE COLOR OF INDIGO

MOTHER FATHER EVERY ONE
DIDNT KNOW TIL HE HIT THE FLOOR

BORN INSIDE A PRISON 
AND MISSING SOMETHING IMMACULATE

AINT GOT NO MORTALITY 
TAKE HIS PARENTS A’BACK A BIT


CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!
YA PISS POOR, DECISIONS GET YOU 
SET BACK JUST A BIT MORE
YOU SUCKING ON A SACK OF DICKS

LACK THE WIT
TO KILL DEMON 
SCREAMING IT’S A SACK HE HIT 
WACKY KID
AS IN HE A GOOFY ONE
TACKY SHIT

YOU BE DONE
IF YOU REALLY EVIL
HE CAN START A WAR

ALL HIS HOMIES DIEING
NOW HIS HEART IS COLD

PARTICLE
WEAPONS FROM THE GODS THAT INCINERATE
AND IRRADIATE

STEPPING ON THE DIRT
HATE CAN TURN THE EARTH TO A SCARY PLACE

all of the gods we know have to die
all of the gods we know have to die
no one knows where they lie

but they live on inside you in your mind
you can be whatever that you find is fine

SO HE WON THE WAR THAT MANY PEOPLE SAID WAS GREAT
WENT INTO THE WOOD FOR A MINUTE TO MEDITATE
BUT THERE WAS NO DEVIL TO INFLUENCE HIM TO BREAK
JUST A HUNGRY HUNTER WHO WANTED SOME WILD STEAK
WAIT
DO I SEE A FOOT IN THE DISTANCE
IMMA AIM AINT NO MISSING
I GOTTA FEED ALL OF MY CHILDREN
BITCH LISTEN

LET THE ARROW FLY
AND SEE AN ERA END
“I’M NOT TERRIFIED
YOU’RE A LONG LOST FRIEND”

“SEE IN A PAST LIFE YOU WERE A MAN 
I TOOK YOUR LIFE AWAY
NOW IT WAS YOUR PASS AT ME 
I FORGIVE YOU ON ANY DAY

KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE SLAPPING WITH TIGHT HOOKS
ARMOUR ON MY HEAD BUT IT JABBED IN MY RIGHT FOOT

that was the way lord krishna died uh
flew up in the sky what a radical guy
that little darkie never fold or gave in
now i wanna rap about the place i stay in

ONE MORE!

ANDALE ANDALE
ARIBBA ARIBBA
I RUN LIKE A CHEETAH 
MAKE ART LIKE IM FRIDA

THE CEDAR IM ROLLING 
I FEED HER MY POLE N
EXPLODE MAMASITA 
WANT SALT MARGARITA

MY CHOPPA HE KICK LIKE A BURRO
IM GRIPPING THE POLE LIKE A CHURRO
GO HIT UP THE BUREAU
AND TELLING IM SELLING THIS WHITE BY THE KILO
YOU GOING EXTINCT LIKE THE PARROT FROM RIO
GO GET YO DENERO
THROW YOU IN A BARREL LIKE WALTER
YO FAULT YOU BEHAVING REAL FERRAL
YOU FALTER YOU SLIP AND WE CATCH YOU SOARING
START WALKING AT NIGHT OTHER END BY THE MORNING

IT’S A LONG BEACH

planting marijuana outside of school
panting very hard i sound like a monster
give ya kid some acid inside the concert
give the kid a quarter i can make you a sponsor

give you a gram and i can make you TO a customer
niggas go ham the crazy few wanna bust some more
you in a jam, become a nigga who want some dough
you is a lamb, the prey and you not a foe

VVV

DARKIE STILL CANNOT RAP (FT. BRAHMAN)(PROD. LIL JUDAS/LIL CUBENSIS/WENDIGO)

CODEINE ON A CAMEL FEAT. LIL DARKIE & AM (CO PROD. EYESBEELOW)

SLUTS WIT NUTS (FT. MADJAX) (PROD. CRMSYN)

this is a reupload of lil darkies song bong rip that he recently deleted, in no way am I taking credit for this song, just reuploading for the fans that would miss it 

lil darkie- BONG RIP (PROD Faded hippie/brahman)

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

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

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:
ahh, good mourning
not very sad, how boring
everybody else get to wave up grieving
don't wake up, doesn't that sound pleasing?
pussy, you won't, you won't
i don't got time for the threats, you're lying
everything here always end up dying
better get used to it if you gon' be anything at all
fuck it, bury the hatchet but cannot bury the shovel
i become wary, the bubble is gonna pop, uh
married to trouble, i'm getting hairy, the stubble growing
i'm scary, the rubble cover the rocks
uptight, unwilling to change
fuck that, put a pin on my pain with the ink on it
wait, i'ma think on it (forever's a long time)
that's an idea for the wrong mind
if i go cry out my eyes over my sibling
wish i had never lit mary with kindling
never had a doubt until everything dwindling
have you jumped off a building?
i have, my bad, hi, dad, why sad?
i don't got another opportunity
immunity from death, i feel puny than the rest
i feel tiny like a pest, something bigger will be best, stress
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
oh, oh, oh, triple six suck dick when yo' nipple slip out
control yo' self, you ain't fit to flip out
anger problems, i trip
bitch, i once knew a crip
that dyke and i bought some acid
nice and high, to my surprise
she was awry and non-passive
she said, "i got no time for life" then swipe a knife
i'm the one being attacked and
pupil grow, iris blacken
what to do when someone cool, a dude or gal is rude as hell
get out my life, start your packing, uh
like fucking a big bitch, get backing up
i'm stackin' and nickel diming the bag, came up
you are the art work, get tatted up
embedding a bigger diamond in satin rug
yuh, face the facts now, i face the pack down
i raise the dead now, you praise the lead, pow
a son of a gun, i'm gonna be not done
i'ma go and run for the fun of it 'til we got no sun, uh
i'm an anemone way i'm hugging an enemy
no, you won't see the end of me
i ain't hear what you said to me
all the people is dead to me like the back of a centipede
i ain't run, you offending me or annoying me mentally
that's a penalty strike like you grabbing the mic
i fight, i might bite, sight right the light smite shite
the white engulf, grip tight the sulfur
height of the culture, gripe, you vulture, uh
good mourning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
birds chirp, the world turn while burning
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't
do or die, do or die, you're alive
pussy, you won't, you won't

GOOD MOURNING!

lyrics:
little tiny guy and i'm walking down the street
goddamn it, fuck, shit, okay, fuck
time to go
down the street, i’m walkin'
let's see what my gps says
at the next street make a left
oh wow, okay, fuck (la-la-la-la)
ha, what a beautiful day, haha
tiny little guy and i’m walking down the street
on my feet (fuck)
feeling neat on my feet made of meat shit (fuck)
slides scooting down the street
i am outside today
i hope you are doing well
well, hello mister crossing guard man
hello, how are you today kid?
i'm doing good
it's some wonderful weather that we are having
aw, kid, there's some cars and they are passing
ayy, shut the fuck up bitch, i'm walking here, fuck
have a nice day mister crossing guard man
aw, i guess, okay
i fucked your mom, bitch (eat shit and die, bitch)
aw
i don't want to go to school
so i won't (just keep walking)
i'm gonna buy some weed
and be a little vagrant all that i please
and i don’t say please
unless it’s for some weed
can i please have some weed, please?
that'll be twenty dollars
gimme everything you have bitch (fuck, shit)
put it in the bag, bitch
i could turn your noggin to a radish, nigga
oh, okay, here you go
why you looking sad? (shit)
now i need some wraps, bitch nigga
i’ma walk and get them wraps right now
walking, moving my tiny little feet to the wraps store (still walking; fuck)
getting wraps, tobacco
put it in my lungs (yeah, fuck, shit, yeah)
tobacco
look at me, i'm really little and i'm walking down the street
still walking, just walking, walking down the street
hey, look at that little guy over there (look, he's really walking; fuck)

WALKING DOWN THE STREET (PROD. DARKIE)

MUSIC VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMiAtWUjAJE
lyrics:

i hate my life
shut the fuck up nigga i like the pain
i’m dealing with some bad shit
going batshit nigga
look at that shit
and i know how to flow like a baby in a basket
and fuck yo skin
i'll rip it off i’ve fucking had it
from deep within
i'm oh so proud to be a faggot
if you wanna fight 
in the dead of night
i got watchu want!
i'm like metaknight

mother fucker if you talking to me
i got that shit on my hip 
and it come with a grip and i call it
a glock with a beam
baby pop that ass one time
baby drop that ass to the floor one time for a nigga
i remember when my ass did time
i remember taking shots of circa no talk just liquor 

i hate my life
shut the fuck up nigga i like the pain
i’m dealing with some bad shit
going batshit nigga
look at that shit
and i know how to flow like a baby in a basket

BATSHIT (PROD. MUD) (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC.)

hopeless fountain kingdom (Deluxe)

GOOD MOURNING! - Lil Darkie

will delete tracks / albums if told to or if darkie posts them
message me if u want certain songs/albums posted

WALKING DOWN THE STREET (PROD. DARKIE)

lil darkie

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