Name: DARKIE STILL CANNOT RAP PT. 1 (REMIX) (PROD. LIL JUDAS) by Lil Darkie in darkie
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/lOapDp3K0qw

WOW LISTENING IN 2024 THIS SHIT IS STILL ASS CRINGE GRANDPA SOUNDING MY URINE IN GARBAGE CAN

Women and the children and the men they please

ive been a fan of this nigga for like a year and never heard this version 🤦🏻‍♂️

darkie

Lil darkie - RIGHT ON Part 4

the face asymmetric

fun's not allowed?

1900_(Freestyle)

LETTERS

(PROD. WENDIGO)

mean what you say

i keep a rickety ratchet
i smoke a spliffy don’t lemme go batshit 
can’t give a fuck about that shit
please get the fuck out my face uh

i don’t believe in your race uh
i don’t want shit but to be alone
i don’t want see you on screen on phone
i just wan have my own place uh

get the fuck out of my eye sight
what the fuck you mean you might fight?

left right white light
ill do whatever it takes uh
put weight on yo face til it breaks
ugh
cough*

i smoke a pound down you got baby lungs nigga
wound down bitches they be dumb thicker
gravy run slicker dripping

shoot the trigger from my hip and
on the blunt a nigga sipping
ripping flicking on my bic and 
i could tip a bitch but i go all the way 
i fuck her til she shitting call the K

9-unit, keep a large weapon
gotta fine tune it like guitar settings
start betting on me 
get a tommy
wet a commie
red tsunami
dead around me

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

i gotta mean what i say

mean what you say

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s semen
I’m leaving

I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE FRONTING
I CANNOT FUCK WITH THE DICK WANTING

be seen to be seeming 
you mean what you screaming
these niggas be plotting on each other’s COCKS

DONT FUCK WITH YOU YOU GET BLOCK
EAT SOME MORE DOO DOO YOU MOTHER FUCKING COP

BOBBLE HEAD BOBBLE HEAD
 MAKE HIM A BOBBLE HEAD 
POP HIM HE WADDLE 
LIKE BOTTLE HE PROLLY DEAD

LOOKING LIKE HOP SCOTCH 
POPPING OFF ALL HE DID
IM ON THAT POT GOSH
IM NOT A MOLLY KID

I HAD TO ROT JOSH
TO BECOME WHO I AM
I GEEK A LOT
WASH DRUGS OFF MY FUCKING HANDS
 
I DONT WANT NO SWAMP
I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN

I DONT WANT NO SWAMP I LIKE MY HOUSE CLEAN
I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FAILURE AND BEANS
COMPLAIN ABOUT WHATEVER ACT LIKE A FIEND
NIGGAS DO NOT CARE WE’RE FAR TOO MEAN

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY

MEAN WHAT YOU SAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

(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)

(PROD. LIL CUBENSIS/BXWSER/WENDIGO)

i limp like a pimp and i spit like a llama
chimp with a tool in his hand talking toma
hawk in the sky flying at osama
no killing innocents i’m not obama

spilling a little bit out my bomber
courtesy USA and our commas
dirty a synonym for your momma
I’m little darkie nigga I’m brahma

RAMA
RUN UP ON YOU WITH THE KNOWLEDGE
RUN UP MY MO-FUCKING MILEAGE
NIGGAS WAS TELLING ME I COULDNT DO IT
YOU BLEW IT NOW YOU ACTING CHILDISH

IM ON MY WILD SHIT
WHY IS HE SAYING THE N-WORD
NIGGA CUZ I WONT PRETEND WERE IM FROM
NIGGA CUZ ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARENT BUMS
WHO BELIEVE YOU CAN OWN WORD
OWN A TONGUE

DUMB
OWN A PERSON OWN NONE
CULTURE WORSEN NO FUN
ULTRA LIBERAL SCUM
NAZI NIGGAS GO RUN
VULTURE CIRCLE THE SUN

LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK
LEARN TO NOT GIVE HATE BACK
EARN A LOT WITH NO LUCK
BURN THE HERB AND FADE
TURN THE WORLD AND PRAY
THAT YO CAKE BECOME FAT

BUT WHO REALLY CARES
NOBODY AWARE 
IN LOVE WITH THEY HAIR
IN LOVE WITH THE SELF
WEALTH GROWING
STEALTH BLOWING
I CANNOT HAVE ANY PRIVACY 
EVEN MY CLOSEST OF HOMIES COULD LIE TO ME

THEY COULD DECIDE TO BE 
SLITHERING SNAKES 
WHERE THE WITHERING WRAITHS 
KEEP A BLISTERING PACE
SEE A FIST IN YOUR FACE


WHEN NIGGAS FIRST CALLED ME A DARKIE
I DIDNT LIKE IT 
WHEN MY BULLY CALLED ME A SAND NIGGER
I’D BITE IT 
AND I CAN SAY WHATEVER AS LONG AS THAT SHIT IS MY STORY
I CAN READ THE BOOK TO YOU DO NOT TRY TO DENY FOR ME

OH YOU’RE SO OFFENDED 
I MEANT TO TELL YOU I AM UNCARING

THAT KID DIDNT CARE ABOUT ME 
WHEN HE SAID DAD AND MOM’S PAIRING

WAS AN UNHOLY ONE 
BECAUSE MOMMA WAS A SPECIES
THAT MY FATHER CREATED FROM LAYING FECES

FUCK THE HATE

AND FUCK ALL OF YO RACE WHAT
RACE IS FAKE AND NIGGA REALLY AUT TO SIT AND WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER THE WORDS THEY MADE ARE WORTHLESS
WALK AMONGST THE LUMBER WITH BIRDS AND WE’RE SHIRTLESS

ADAM AND EVE
WE BETTER LEAVE
EATING THE APPLE
IGNORING THE LEAVES

PLEASE TAKE SHROOOOOOOMS AND MAKE THE MUSIC
OR MY GOOOOOOONS WILL FUCKING LOSE IT

ON THAT MEDICINE IT SETTING IN I SEE THE END 
APPROACHING IT ENCROACHING WITH A MOTION
WAVY LIKE I SLURP A POTION

IM AN ADDICT
BAD KID HE LISTENING TO MADLIB
LAB GRADE BUD MIX WITH OP INSIDE MY GRINDER

MAD HATE BUBBLE IN ME TIL I NUT INSIDE HER
UGH 
I SHOULD TAKE MY HATE AND CAGE IT UP WITH A DIVIDER 

I CAN STARVE THE NIGGA 
I CAN LEARN TO NOT BOTHER
I CAN LEARN TO TAKE AFTER MY FATHER

WALLOW IN YOUR STRESS
I WANNA BE BETTER THAN THE REST
TIRED OF BLAMING GENETICS INABILITY TO JUST

LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK
LEARN TO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING


I DONT EVEN CARE WHAT I RAP ABOUT ON THIS BEAT
SO MAKE SURE IT’S RETARDED

CHAPO COP A CHOCO TACO
STOP YO BITCHING SWITCHING UP AND 
SCRATCHING AT CHO LOTTO
TICKET,  

CHOPPA POP STACCATO

MOTTO

IS QUIT YO YAPPING
SAY YOU SCHEMING BUT YOU CAPPING
TALKING SHIT THAT YOU AINT BACKING 
YOU LOOK GOOFY ON THE BACKEND

I LIKE MY FRIES TO LOOK LIKE NACHOS
MACHO
JEWLER SELLING FRUITS LIKE HE GAZPACHO

I SEE YOU TWEET A LOT FIENDING FOR CLOUT NIGGA
WHAT YOU ABOUT? BETTER
SPIT THAT SHIT OUT, QUICKER

HUMUNA
YO BITCH IS LUCIFER
SUMMON HER

I KEEP A CRUCIBLE
FRONT OF MY DRUM 
WHEN IM SHOOTING I LOOSEN HER SOME 

SHOOTING MY LOAD ON HER BACK AND HER BUM

DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
I FEEL MY SKIN PEEL 
IT AINT NO BIG DEAL
AS
LONG AS I DONT KNEEL
TO MY 
ANIMAL INSTINCT
LET’S INVENT THE WHEEL
IMAGINE THESE MUD HUTS
TALL AND MADE OF STEEL

IM UNCOMFORTABLE
I NEED A SHOE FOR MY FEET
I EAT SOME FOOD FOR MY MEAT BODY
TIRED OF SHITTING IN WOODS
I NEED SUM GOOD FOR MY SEAT, POTTY

I NEED A WHIP CUZ I DONT WANNA WALK NO MORE
FUCK A MUSKET NIGGA I NEED A GLOCK TO TOW 
MAKE IT RELIABLE
BANG THE TOP BACK
FUCK A NIGGA 
BRINING ANKLE SOCKS BACK


PAINT A PICTURE
IM IN RANCHO COOKAMUNGA 
SMOKING ON LUMBER
GO DUMBER THAN HUMMERS

THAT YELLOW THAT BEE WHY THEY BUMBLE
AND RUMBLE
YO WHIP IT STUMBLE
SO IT MIGHT CAUSE A FUMBLE

LEARNING TO NOT GIVE A FUCK (PROD. LIL CUBENSIS/BXWSER/WENDIGO)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

EVERY TIME I WAKE UP
I THINK YOU NIGGAS HAVE GOT ON MAKE UP
ALL THESE FAKEAHS
TAKE US DEEPAH TO SHAKE US AND GET THEY CAKE UP
PUSSY WAKE UP, UH

THEY WANNA MAKE US INTO SOME CLOWNS
THAT RAP ABOUT THROWING ROUNDS
FOR REASONS THAT HAVE NO GROUNDS

BASS POUNDS
ON MY TEMPLE
MY MENTAL IT CLOSE TO BREAKING
I FEEL THE DARKIE AWAKEN
THESE RAPPERS SMELL LIKE SOME BACON
IM TAKEN

SHOW ME SOMETHING FUNNY
DECIDE IF YOU WANT SMOKE WITH PEOPLE
OR YOU WANT SOME MONEY

CLOWNS
I’LL MAKE LIKE A MIME AND STOP TALKING
YOU GOT 30 NIGGAS IN THE WHIP THEY GET TO POPPING
MOPPING
STOPPING

FAKE NIGGAS ALWAYS THROW THE MOST SHIT
ACTING LIKE MONKEYS

EVIL NIGGAS ALWAYS GROW THE MOST RICH
ISN’T THAT FUNKY

CLOWNS
ENTERTAIN THE MASSES 
I JUST WANNA HELP THESE LONELY 
KIDS GET THROUGH THEIR CLASSES

I WONT LET YOU PAINT MY FACE
I WONT LET YOU PAINT MY FACE

I CAN DRAW MY OWN SHIT NIGGA
I DON’T LOOK TO YOU FOR GRACE

IF A CLOWN I GOTTA BE THEN IMMA BE A HAPPY CASE
IT SOUND LIKE A LOTTA THESE NIGGAS AINT GOT NOTHING THAT BE BASED
IN REALITY I MEAN THIS ACT IS ALL A JOKE YOU GUYS, YOU REALIZE,
THE CLEAR RISE, IN OUR DEMISE, CANT POSSIBLY KEEP IDOLIZING

BAD CLOWNS

BAD CLOWNS
SAD CLOWNS
WHY YOUR FLOWERS KEEP CRYING?
BAD CLOWNS
ENTERTAINERS
KEEP DYING

BAD CLOWNS
SAD CLOWNS
PREFER TO PROMOTE USING OPIATES
WHAT I’M SMOKING TOO INAPPROPRIATE 
OKAY THEN SO BE IT

I DON’T LIKE YOU
I AM NOT SORRY 
I NEVER GOT INVITED TO NO PARTIES
OD LIKE FARLEY
IM CARING HARDLY
YOU IS A PUSSY
ISN’T HE DARLING?

BAD CLOWNS 
NO LAUGHS
SHOUTOUT MY NIGGAS THAT MAKING IT LAST
STAY MOTIVATED ILL BE DOING LAPS
I CAN GET FADED AND STILL GO TO CLASS

I USED TO WANNA DO STAND UP
I PUT THAT SHIT IN MY RAPS
NIGGA YOU CLAIMING YOU MANNED UP
CLOWN CARS ON MY ASS
MAD CLOWNS
PUT YOU ON BLAST
PUT YO RED NOSE ON THE DASH
I DO THIS SHIT WITH A PASSION
EVERY TIME WE WAKE UP
ALL OF US NIGGAS PUT ON OUR MAKE UP
BUT WHAT MATTER IS WHAT MAKE UP YOU

SAD CLOWNS (PROD. WENDIGO)

(PROD. WENDIGO)

NIGGAS IN THE GAME 
ALWAYS SOUND THE SAME
THAT’S WHY I DON’T PLAY, NOTHING

IF YOU GOT TO SAY 
THAT YOU AT THE TOP
NIGGA WHAT ARE YOU HUFFING?

YOU SOUND LIKE A KID
STRUGGLING TO LIVE
BITCH THE REASON YOU BUMPING,
 
TEMPORARY LOVE
GO AND GET YOUR GRUB
‘PARENTLY YOU ON SOMETHING.
KEEP ON OSTRACIZING PEOPLE
POSTULIZING POSULATING
YOU WAS OUT IN LA MASTURBATING
CONSUMATING
WITH THE SPAWN OF SATAN

ILL BE WAITING
AS IN GAINING WEIGHT
COMPLAIN ABOUT THE PAIN IT’S GREAT FOR VIEWS
BUT YOU WOULD KNOW
YOU DO IT MORE AND MORE
AND KIDS ADORE IT
PARENTS FOR IT

DESPERATE FOR CONNECTION TO THEIR CHILDREN
MEN IN BUILDINGS PROFIT OF THOSE FEELINGS 
THEY DO NOT CONTROL
NO ONE WANNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY 
NOBODY TAKE THE FALL
FUCK ABILITY AMOUNT OF CLOUT
OR ANYONE WHO SAY THEY BALL
BALLERS DRIBBLE BABIES FIDDLE
WITH THEIR DICKS UNTIL THEY DROP THEY BALLS

SO YOU WANT THE SWAMP DRAINED?
ALRIGHT OKAY!

ALL YOU NIGGAS WANT FAME!
WE ALL CANT HAVE NO WAY!

CATCH ME ON THE FRONT PAGE
OF SOMEONE’S BRAIN

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT MANE?
ALRIGHT

YOU TALK MORE THAN YOU WORK
YOU PLOT MORE THAN YOU BUILD
YOU NOT WORTH SHIT YOU DIRT
IT’S HOT OUT IN THE FIELD

A HAWK IN SILENCE LURKING
SNAKES AND RATS IM MERCING
I BE CERTAIN
IT AINT WORTH TO FEEL

TOO HURT TO KNEEL TOO BURNT
TO TURN MY NECK AND LOOK UP AT A CAPPER
NONE US NIGGAS UP IS BATTLE RAPPERS
STREET SPITTERS RUN ENDURANCE OVERLAP US

WEEP WITH US FOR THE CURRENT ARTIST
REAPING WHAT YOU SOWING TALKING HARVEST
CREEPING ON THE LOW YOU NOT THE HARDEST
WORM UP IN MY GARDEN PLEASE DEPART US

I AINT PERFECT 
BUT I WORK IT
MAKE IT WORTH IT
BIRTH THESE NIGGAS 
PRAY YOU SHIRTLESS

AS IN YOU AINT ON ONE
MAKE YA SONGS AND SHUT THE FUCK UP
CLEAN THIS MUCK UP
IT AINT LUCK WHAT

GOT ME POPPING
DRAIN THE SWAMP WITHIN MYSELF 
IT LEAKING OUT
IM TWEAKING NOOOOOW

i just want make these kids happy
i just want make these kids happy like i was never

i just wanna make you throw your head up
i just wanna make you throw your head til your spinal sever

obvious a nigga getting fed up
obvious a nigga eating good just cheese like feta

imma drain a mother fucking swamp
imma do this shit til my family eating i won’t let up

SWAMP DRAINED (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS:

YOU EVER LOVE A NIGGA THEN HE GONE?

I HAVE I HAVE 
I PUT THAT THOUGHT INSIDE OF MANY SONGS
DRINKING BY MYSELF AGAIN

DRINK UNTIL THE HENNY’S GONE
IS WHAT THEY TELL YOU
IF YOU PASSED IT RIP OUT ANY BONG
ADVICE TO KEEP YOUR HEALTH A 10

IM TIRED ALL THESE NIGGAS WRONG
TIRED OF LISTENING TO NIGGAS THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS SHIT
ISAIAH AINT MY FRIEND OVER A WORD
BUT A MAN WITH THE SAME NAME FUCKING WITH ME THAT’S OBSURD 
I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL IN THIS SHIT HOE 
YOU MUST NOT HAVE HEARD

HOW COULD YOU NOT BITCH I BEEN YELLING MORE THAN EVEN
GETTING OFF POT HOP OFF THE TOP LIGHT AS A FEATHER
LETTING THE COP SLIP ON THE CUFFS AND IF HE DOING IT TOO ROUGH
I LOOK AT MOMMA LIKE WHATEVER

MAKE HER CRY ONE TOO MANY A TIME
SHE SEE ME GROW COLDER AS IM GETTING OLDER 
I TOLD HER IT’S FINE

I HOLD HER SHE BLIND FROM THE TEARS IN HER EYES
SHE WANT ME TO FIND MY LIFE IN THESE 

RHYMES IN MY HEAD IN A LINE
MY PAIN AND MY STRIFE
EVERY MOMENT MY LIFE
CLOSING IN ON ME

WHY

DO I FEEL THE NEED TO DO MORE THAN THESE OTHERS
CUZ IN THIS LIFE IVE LOST SOME BROTHERS, THAT’S RIGHT

NIGGAS CANT TELL IF THEY LOVE ME FOR REAL OR
THEY JUST WANNA STEAL MY ATTENTION

I MENTION A NIGGA ONE TIME AND HE FREAK 
I BE BREAKING THEY HEARTS AND THEN MAKING THEY WEEKS

IT’S A BLESSING TO KNOW THAT MY STRESSING BOUT ART 
IS IMPRESSING TO NIGGAS THAT LESSEN THEY VALUE 
AS WELL AS YOU NIGGAS THAT LOVE THE IMPROVEMENT
I JUST LOVE TO HOP ON THE MIC AND THEN LOSE IT

SO FUCK ALL YOU PEOPLE 
I DO WHAT I WANT
I DONT WANT NO ONE CALLING MY SHOTS
FOR ME 
TORE ME APART

FUCK THE TOBACCO IT KILLING OUR HEARTS
AND FUCK ALL THE OPIATES I WONT EVEN START

SOME OF US WANT IT 
AND SOME OF US DONT
JUST LEAVE THE SUCCEEDING TO NIGGAS THAT WONT

GIVE UP AND THROW THEY SHOT AWAY
LIVE UP TO WHAT MY APPA SAY

I’LL RUN IT
FOR ALL YOU NIGGAS HATING ON MY STYLE
AND ALL YOU NIGGAS TOWING PISTOLS TALKING WILD
THIS MY THERAPY

DONT GET IT CONFUSED…
I DO THIS SHIT SO I WILL NOT GO BLOW A FUSE 
AND A HURT A HUMAN ANY HUE
HOE WOULD YOU BUG IF I WAS BLUE?
IF I LOOKED MORE LIKE YOU?
IF I DID WHAT YOU EXPECTED
IN A WAY YOU THOUGHT WAS COOL?
BITCH IM TRYNA DISECT IT

HOW I GET THROUGH
TO PEOPLE THAT DONT WANNA LISTEN
THEY VERY COMFORTABLE HATING, 
DEBATING SHIT THAT AINT CHANGING
CUZ THERE AINT ENOUGH AT STAKE AND
NOBODY OWNING THET FATE
OR THE FOOD ON THEY PLATE
OR THE THOUGHTS IN THEY HEAD
I DONT NEED THOTS IN MY BED
I NEED A LOT TO MY NAME
I NEED A PLOT FOR MY GRAVE THAT
WILL EVENTUALLY NOT BE
THERE IS NO POINT TO BE COCKY
OR TRY TO BE ASAP ROCKY 
NIGGAS WANNA FREE ASAP ROCKY MORE THAN
NIGGAS WANNA FREE THEYSELVES 
BITCH ARE YOU WELL PLEASE LET YOURSELF OUT THE CELL

I WANNA LET THESE NIGGAS KNOW THAT I AM DOING FINE
I WANNA LET YOU NIGGAS KNOW THAT GOT THROUGH IT FINE
AND I DONT WANT YOU NIGGAS DYING OVER ME OR MINE
AND I DONT WANT YOU PEOPLE CRYING 

never let another human tell you what you can do
cuz what man do is inside of your mind

free

THERAPY (PROD. WENDIGO)

half the niggas i name in this song would go on to diss me for no reason but fuck em

LYRICS:

BITCH I JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR 
AND IT’S SO HOT IN THIS APARTMENT
WHAT THE FUCK A DARKIE GOTTA DO TO START SHIT
FLYING OUT TO UTAH THEN I TRANSFER OER TO CHAROLETTE 
NIGGAS DROVE FOR 7 HOURS JUST TO HOP INSIDE OF OUR PIT

SPIDER ON MY ARM MY NIGGA WIELDING A GUITAR PICK
PATRICK IN THE VAN WITH FLVCO EDDY IN THE STAR WHIP
DRIVE TO CINCINNATI KNOW IM SICK MAKING A FAR TRIP
JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND IM ALREADY SEEING HARDSHIP

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR
AND THERE’S SOME BUGS INSIDE MY BED FRAME
I CANT EVEN SLEEP OR GET SOME REST INSIDE MY HEAD MANE
I JUST WANNA BLOW UP THROW MY MATTRESS IN A RED FLAME
I’M YELLING IN COLUMBUS MOTHER FUCKER GOT A DEAD BRAIN

MAD WHILE IM PERFORMING CUZ YOU HURT BY WHAT I SAID, PAIN,
SO MANY MILES I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY YOU INSANE
PERFORMING ON THE STREET IN DETROIT AINT A FUCKING FED CAME
SPIDER GANG THE NIGGAS VANDALIZING BLACK AND RED PAINT

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND THERES SOME MOLD IN MY REFRIGERATOR
SUMMER IN LA WITH NO AC LIKE AN INCINERATOR
I MET UP WITH EVAN THE RED HEADED HE’S AN INNOVATOR 
RILEY IS A SAVAGE HE’S A VIDEO PROLIFERATOR 

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR I GOT NO FOOD AND NO CLEAN WATER SOURCE
DIRTY BUTT AND MAZI APOLLO NAHEEM KAKA OF COURSE
SUICIDE AND I PERFORM TOGETHER AND WE SLAUGHTER YOURS
PLEASE COME GET YOUR BABY GIRL THE CREW CAN MAKE YOUR DAUGHTERS WHORES

HEY WHY YOU SAY DARKIE? PEOPLE COMING UP AFTER THE SHOW
BECAUSE THAT IS MY NAME AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME YOU KNOW
DILLINGER SAYS I AM BLACK BUT I DO NOT BELIEVE HIM THO 
I AM NOT A COLOR IM THE RAINBOW AND THE FUCKING GOLD 

BITCH THERE AINT A SINGLE PERSON YOU CAN GO COMPARE ME TO
I AM NOT AN INDIAN I’M SCARY BRAVE AND HAIRY NUDE
I BEEN OFF THE LEAN A LITTLE MOLLY IN A SAIYAN MOOD
NIGGAS WANT THE HATE TO LEAVE BUT THEY TOO SCARED TO SAY IT DUDE

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND IM DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE REST OF US
I MIGHT SMOKE SOME WEED AFTER IM BETTER CUZ MY CHEST IS PUSS
IMMA PLAY THE TEACHER AND ILL SEE JUST WHAT MY LESSON DOES 
SHOUT ALEX LUNA GRANT AND JESS KNOW THEY AINT PRESSING US

I DONT PERFORM AT FESTIVALS YET BUT JUST WAIT AND OBSERVE 
IM OBSURD?
YOU’RE THE HUMAN BEING CONTROLLED BY A WORD
IM TRYING TO LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND US MAKE A DIFFERENCE
PEOPLE EVERY COLOR IN MY AUDIENCE, DELIVERANCE

DIVIDENDS
QUAALUDES IN OUR LIVERS FEEL LIKE BIGGER MEN
RASCAL OFF THE LIQUOR WIT A PERC INSIDE HIS SPHINCTER END
CHILLING WITH MY NIGGAS AND WE LIT UP LIKE A WICKER MAN
VILLAIN SPILLING MILLER LIGHT I GUESS THE VENUE SLICKER THEN

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR PUT A MODELO IN MY FACE AGAIN
I GOTTA SUCCEED MY PATTI GOT SOME BAD ARTHRITIS 
AND IT MIGHT AS WELL BE ME IM IN A FIELD CRYING ON WENDIGO
SCREAMING UP AT HEAVEN MOTHER FUCKER TELL ME WHEN TO GO

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR DONT TELL ME THIS IS NOT THE GUTTER
NIGGA YOU DONT KNOW WHERE I BEEN NIGGA YOU IS NOT MY BROTHER
IM WITH SPIDER GANG WE MAKING ART LIKE NOBODY NO OTHER
THIS THE FUTURE BITCH I JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR THE EARTH IS MOTHER, UH

TOUR (PROD. WENDIGO)

THE SANDS OF TIME - Lil Darkie

(RIGHT ON) X8

SOMETHING TO DRAW
NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE ON
I SEE ELECTRICITY IN THE PYLONS
LOOK AT IT RUNNING THE RACE 

EVERYTHING YOU DOING ERASED 
WHAT IT FEEL LIKE?

HIT WIT THE MACE

TIGHT PACE WHAT IM KEEPING
GOT THE REAPER ON ME
LIKE YOU 
WHAT THE HELL WOULD I BE 

WITHOUT IT

IF YOU THINK IT
SHOUT IT 

LOST MY MIND
I THINK I FOUND IT
AWAY

LIVE TO FIGHT 
ANOTHER BRIGHT DAY 

I AM GOD 
SO WHY WOULD I PRAY

YOU ARE GOD
ABOVE A WHITE PAGE

THE CREATOR
MAKER OF RAGE

PAINTER
PAINT THE CANVAS
I ATE THE MANTIS
I SAVED THE PANDAS 
I HATE THEY BRAND US
CAN US LIKE SOME KAMPBELLS
JESUS HAD NO SOCKS UNDER HIS SANDALS

I CANT RIDE A BIKE WITHOUT THE HANDLES 
I CANT RIDE A SCOOTER HAVE A TUTOR 
SHOOT THE BUDDHA EAT SOME GOUDA 
SAY IT RUDER, TELL WHO DID I TRAMPLE

RAMBLE

ON ABOUT SOME NONSENSE 
I’M UNCONSCIOUS
I DON’T HAVE CRICKET FOR A CONSCIENCE 
KELP FOREST WHERE THE MAGIC CONCH IS
VIOLENT CRUCIFYING LIKE IM PONTIUS

PILATE FLYING HIGH ABOVE OLYMPUS 
SHE’S AN ANGEL GIVE THAT BITCH A NIMBUS
BANGAL TIGER BITING OFF YA FINGERS
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT THESE PRINGLES?

IMAGE IN YO HEAD IS HOW I WANT IT
FINISH ON THE BED AND LIE UPON IT

(CHORUS)

IN THE CAR IT MOVING FAST
FOOT UP ON THE GAS
EVERYTHING WE TEND TO PASS
LEAVE IT IN THE PAST
I KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA ASKED
I JUST DIDN’T ANSWER
GOT HER FOOT UP ON THE DASH
SHE MY TINY DANCER

SHE MY TINY DANCER
MOVE IT HULA GIRL
NOT A GIRL WIT CUTER CURLS
IMMA STACK THESE COMMAS
WE COULD BE LIKE THE OBAMAS
WE COULD RULE THE WORLD
BABY GIRL JUST PICK A COUNTRY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NO MONEY
AINT WORRIED BOUT NOBODY

(CHORUS)

BREAKING BREAKING DOWN THE GAS
DON’T WANT SMOKE WANT CANCER
YOU COULD YOU COULD YOU COULD
ASK
YOU CAN’T GET ME CANCELED
SHAKE IT SHAKE IT SHAKE YA ASS
HOW IT IN YO PANTS TOO?
HOW HE DO IT?
YOU COULD ASK
GRIP THIS PEN NO PENCIL

BABY BABY BABY
GIRL
SHAKE THAT ASS FOR A NIGGA I’LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD
MAN I LOVE IT HOW YOU BEND YO BACK AND MAKE IT CURL
YEAH I PUT THAT NECKLACE ON YO SHIT LIKE PEARLS
YEAH I COOK THAT ROCK I STIR IT MAKE IT TWIRL

(I FREESTYLED/PUNCHED IN THE NEXT TWO SONGS/STORIES)
(I DON’T WANNA WRITE THEM DOWN)

(8:15)
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED MIND
TROUBLED KID WITH THE TROUBLED PAST
IN THE TROUBLE I GREW UP FAST
IN THE RUBBLE I SIT MY ASS DOWN

I’LL SMOKE YOU LIKE I SMOKE THAT GRASS
I BROKE HIM LIKE I BROKE THAT GLASS
I DROPPED OUT I AINT GO NO CLASS

HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT FRIENDS
HAD TO CUT OFF A LOT OF PEOPLE
CUZ LOTS OF PEOPLE ROUND ME WERE EVIL
CUZ LOTS OF NIGGAS WERE WEAK AND FEEBLE

OM
THANK
GOD THAT I GOT OUT ALIVE
MY MOMMA NEVER LOST FAITH IN MY MIND

LET IT OUT
(SCREECH OF PAIN)
(X8)

WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS TIL THE MORNING SUN
I USED TO PLAY WITH LEGOS NOW IT’S BORING SON
NO ONE WOULD PLAY WITH ME I’M THE FOREIGN ONE
HE AINT HAD NO BUTTHOLE SO I TORE HIM ONE

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A COUNTRY WAS NOW I’M TOURING ONE
ALL I WAN DO IS GET ON TRACKS I WAS BORN TO RUN
IN THE FIELD I GRIP THAT STICK IT’S A HOLE IN ONE
WHY WOULD YOU COMMIT A CRIME WITH A STOLEN GUN?

RAT-A-TAT-TAT
GRIP THAT GAT AND PUSH HIS HAT BACK
IS YO MOMMA PROUD OF YOU NOW?
NO SHE’S NOT THIS MUCH IS TRUE NOW

RIGHT ON

(OUTRO SKIT)

RIGHT ON (PROD. SOLSA)

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DARKIE STILL CANNOT RAP PT. 1 (REMIX) (PROD. LIL JUDAS)

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DARKIE STILL CANNOT RAP PT. 1 (REMIX) (PROD. LIL JUDAS)

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