Random shi 3

the napoleonic wars (wendigo X darkie)

music is far too serious. people treat it like a pissing contest. who can use sounds to get the "farthest"? when i'm alone in my room i am reminded of why i started creating in the first place. a love of vibration and emotion. not of attention. i like making music in my room without you there until the sun tells me it's time to sleep

lyrics:
All day every day
When the sun goes away we play
Taking the first letter of my name to the face
Nobody knows where the fuck I am I’m like a ghost
I’m doing shows from coast to coast
That’s a boast 

I’m very high must be in a plane I suppose 
Or a private jet but I ain’t ride one yet
I’m very high but with every high comes lows
I don’t got no ice but I’m living nice steak froze

In my freezer
Traveling for leisure
Get the show shaking like it just had a seizure
Fuck what you think I am not a people pleaser

All day every day til the sun come up

All day every day til the sun come up
I been smoking on so much THC and eating 1UPS
I got no reason to feel negative cuz I’m winning I’m winning
I’m finna kill it since the beginning I been grinning while sinning 

I put the pen to the paper push it pulling lines 
I did it
I’m probably staying up until the sun rise I admit it
I got no time for the bullshit 
My mind got my pride up in it
If I’m gon die then imma be happy before my life is finished

sun come up (prod. 19akira x yvrikvn bxnd)

[Intro – 0:00–0:45]
Soft desert wind, low analog drone, gentle metallic chime.  
Oud plays single slow tones; distant echo of chanting — almost like wind reciting prayer.

[Verse 1 – Arabic, soft male vocal]
في صمتِ الرِّمالِ يولَدُ النُّورُ،  
تسيرُ الرِّيحُ كأنَّها صلاةٌ،  
تُصافِحُ الشَّمسَ وتَكتُبُ القصيدةَ،  
على وجهِ الأرضِ الذَّهبيِّ.

[Bridge – whispered female harmony]
يا نَفَسَ الصَّحراءِ، يا سِرَّ الزَّمان،  
كلُّ ذرّةٍ فيك حياةٌ،  
كلُّ نسمةٍ فيك دُعاءٌ.  

[Main groove – 1:20–2:30]
Minimal deep house rhythm begins — warm sub bass, tribal percussion (daf, shakers, sand brushes).  
Oud and qanun phrases interweave with rhythmic breath samples.  
Repetition of mantra-like line:  
"رملُ الرّوحِ... رملُ الرّوحِ..." (“Sand of the soul… sand of the soul…”)

[Verse 2 – Arabic, deep male vocal]
يا رِمالَ الأبديّةِ، يا ذاكرةَ النُّجوم،  
فيك يَنامُ الشَّوقُ ويستيقظُ الحُلم،  
كأنَّ الرُّوحَ تَسيرُ حافيةً،  
على جناحِ النُّورِ الخفيّ.

[Breakdown – 2:35–3:10]
Ney flute solo echoes like the desert wind; deep drone fades to silence.

‎⁨:--🏜️-رمل-الروح-(raml-al-rūḥ)⁩.mp3

The Obsessives - Home

Recorded and mixed by Chris Baglivo in Philadelphia, PA
Mastered by Cameron Boucher


The Obsessives - Avocado

LETTERS

BAD GUY

AND WE CAN BE MOONRUNNERS BABY
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY
X3
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY
BUT YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY
THE BAD GUY
RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY

YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY 
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY THE BAD GUY 
YEA YOU RATHER BE THE BAD GUY WASTIN ALL YOUR DAMN TIME I DONT GIVE A FUCK
X2

(LIL DARKIE)
OHHHH N I DONT WANT ANOTHER NIGGA COMIN UP TO ME AND TELLIN ME THAT IM THE VILLIAN FASHO
LETS GO 
AND IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT
OOHHH
WHY THEY WANNA LEVITATE AROUND 
WHEN EVERYTHING IS GRAVITATIN
DOWN DOWN DOWN
MAKIN AGGRIVATIN
SOUNDS SOUNDS SOUNDS
 
OHHHHH
GO AHEAD AND LET ME KNOW
BUT YOU AINT ME 
I KNOW NIGGAS REALLY MAD BECAUSE THEY AINT ME 
NIGGAS REALLY PLAY PRETEND THEY WHAT THEY CANT BE
KEEP THAT SPIDER ON MY WAIST

MADE ME OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY
MADE ME OUT TO BE THE BAD GUY
MADE ME OUT TO GO BE THAT GUY

Okay for the record *knuckle crack*
You do the evil laugh like this 
HAAHAHAHAHA

BAD GUY (FT. LIL DARKIE) (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)

i think i finally love myself

lyrics:
my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

why me
why my mind a runaway train
that cant seem to fix anything
pain seep into my brain, see

see the sky it crying when it rain,  we
dont know what we got until it fade, be
proud of what you do, do it insanely

hold my hand
hold me closer
do you stand on 
billboards and posters

im a man
with a hand on my holster

yeah

watch the moments pass you
watch the moments pass you by
can’t afford to match you
im low on cash help me survive
why the rich got mass supplies
for when the anti christ arrives 
arises from the hell inside
where all the evil fell and writhes

why i wake up waste my time
when all the rhymes inside my mind
alive

why i give a fuck about these people that dont care about me
the internet is such a bitch it tear the hair up out me
i wanna die i lie in bed dont know my wearabouts he

appear to me 
i fear his image taking
over over
where’s the finish making
mad mistakes i peer the fakes are wasting

all their seconds
all they recon making
money power better
i just want my grandmother’s cooking n a sweater 
some times i cant stand them looking at my tether

the thing that keep me grounded
it sounded soft
like a mountain of cloth
or the crown of a sloth

my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

IMPERFECT (PROD. WENDIGO)

THE SANDS OF TIME - Lil Darkie

EVER SINCE I CAME IN THE GAME 
I WANTED NOTHING BUT TO JUMP IN THEY GUTS
AND BUTT FUCK EM
(X2)

ENERGY SUCKERS
ENEMY FUCKERS AND FRIENDS TOO
YOU DON’T KNOW WHO CAN RIDE FOR YOU 
IS HALF OF YA MANS COOL?

I DUNNO I DUNNO

THE PAPER AND PEN DO!
WHO JUST TALKING SHIT AND WHO WILL REALLY DEFEND YOU?

RIDE FOR YOURSELF
CUZ YOU’LL BE THERE
WHEN IT MATTERS
MADE OF MATTER
SPLATTER BRAINS ON A PLATTER
FOR YOUR CONSUMPTION 
I MIGHT RUN SHIT WITH THIS WRITING
OR PUNCH IN 
THE SHIFT BEGINNING 
YOU CAN FEEL IT COMING CLOSER
IM GRINNING 

LIKE IT’S MY LAST SMILE

I NEVER BELIEVED IN TIME 
CUZ IT NEVER PLEASED THE MIND

TO KNOW THAT THIS COULD BE MY LAST SMILE

YOU’RE LOOKING FOR MEANING WHY
DO YOU GOT IT PREDEFINED?

I DRAW MY GRIN LIKE IT’S MY LAST SMILE 

DODGING BULLETS FAST WHILE 
DISLODGING THE THOUGHTS OF RATS
AND THE ROACHES HANG OUT WITH BATS
AND ON TOP OF THEY FUCKING BACKS
ARE SOME ROCKET LAUNCHERS THAT BLAST
ALL THE BUILDINGS AND FILL THE REST 
WITH THEY GATS N THE SKY IS BLACK,
AN ATTACK WHILE THE MONKEYS LACK 

IM SWIMMING THROUGH THE SEWERS
LIKE FLUID IM WHERE THE POO IS 
I THREW THIS DOO DOO AT CHU 
CUZ IM THE SHIT, I FLICKED A BIC
AND I BLEW THIS GUTTER TO PIECES
IM SMOOTH LIKE BUTTER IN RECEES
IM FUCKING DAUGHTERS AND NIECES
OF NIGGAS WACK NEVER CEACES

Swang from the ceiling of your brain 
Hang from your feelings til you can’t anymore

Bang your head on the floor like you’re a schitzo 
Don’t be embarrassed you fit so imperfectly 
Into this so you’re beautiful letcho wits grow

Cuz intelligence is power and ignorance 
To your detriment 
I’m smelling all this flower 
Then burn it down into sediment 
I put some in the macaroni 
The homie I fed him it
He tripping out and spazzing 
A Chasm open and let him in 

Drug use in my circle 
And bug abuse yeah dirt‘ll
Consume em and turn em purple
I’m smoking til I’m infertile
I’m smoking until I’m impotent
Walk a mile I’m limping it
See a pussy I’m pimping it 
Spider gang ain’t a wimp in it

You how that shit be
This is little Dar-K-I-E
Two steams when I make my pee
Make spit when he play that beat
Sell weed better weigh that green 

*BRAIN CELLS COMMUNICATING*

DUNNO (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:
i can't believe i got myself played again
i thought we was cool, i thought we made amends
go tell all your friends, fuck what you say to them
i can't wait for us to find our way again
hard for me to care when i'm so faded every day
i'm straying far away from you, wading through the pain
deflating in the rain, i created all these things, no use

maybe i will fall, maybe i will rise
but if anything, a nigga really tried
and i know, i know
doing it for all, doing it for i
but a balance is required to survive and to fly
wide open space

10 day, i remember bumpin' that, takin' acid to rap
then stays in the past, you be lettin' shit amass in ya ass
toxins, we pollutin' all the human, that's an issue, i'm assumin'
god been chillin' in my spirit, i can feel him, i can hear it
i know you may not understand now
but we all return to where we once were
words and code written in my hands now
in my skin from within, tell me, how could i pretend that i know?
i never thought i would see this place again
i thought that i knew, but that illusion end
go tell all your friends, but you can't say to them
the beauty we forget and can't express
the lesson i learn every time i stress
i confess, i don't know what is best
that's okay, it's so cold in the snow
but go play anyway
you can mold what you hold where you lay
into something brand new or a man that stand true

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

COMPOSITION XI

lyrics:
uhh-uhh
uhh-uhh
uhh-uhh

my love, lemme take you for a ride
my blood remind me i'm alive enough
people wanna act surprised
you shine, you win
my love, lemme make you run and hide from me
i keep everything inside of me
let out none unless we vibe
we'll try, we'll see

heartache
trapped inside a dark place
singing outside park stays
very scary and peaceful where we play

please stop drinking so much
please stop smoking that tobacco
oh, you know i know you know
it covers pain

with a lie, temporary
i can't stand the sight of you no more
you biting right into my core
uh, shit, wait

lay me down
lay me down
maybe now you'll see my face

we forget to regret
anything at all
we worship the free shit
see us spin and fall
how can i love you at all
if i can hate me?
burn up all of the ball
until there ain't green

mama
i'm so sorry for my species treachery against you
let's make love
and behave like we're meant to

my love, lemme take you for a ride
my blood remind me i'm alive enough
people wanna act surprised
you shine, you win
my love, lemme make you run and hide from me
i keep everything inside of me
let out none unless we tribe
one family

la, la, la-la, la-la
la, la, la-la, la-la
la, la, la-la, la-la
la, la, la-la-la

bad bitch, nigga
hear that bitch, brandon?
don't come in here with that bitch shit, brandon
that's not what we need
i don't know where you thought you was landin', brandon

where is darkie?

lyrics:
please don't
it isn't that serious

nothing matters
if nothing matters
why do niggas climb up ladders
build your own
it feel more personal
the spiral data
inside my cells is telling me
that nothing's real
and i can feel
that all my ancestors
before me forced to kneel
before they finished they accomplishments
astonishment
be honest man
it's common sense
the same will come to you
instead of putting on your makeup
tryna make up for the time our life can take up
do what the fuck you wanna do
please
i get funny stares from people working
in the morning when i walk outside
ain't got on any shoes
breeze
hello sorry i ain't playing with
the way that things are moving
what you doing sound like
hell on earth to choose
sees
why you look at me
when you the one to make decision
waste ya time and then you asking me
whose
knees
are pressed upon the floor
nigga ya own and nothing more
and it don't matter that i'm standing
at the core
we
contain infinite knowledge
my brain ain't get through college
the fame ain't what i want it's
insane to want acknowledgement
i don't care what you think of me
swimming bare through the drink
and i stare up at light and blink
water hit me begin to sink
and i'm flipping
slip and i hit rocks
a second is eternity
and earnestly i thought
i would never live to
return and see
anyone
or anything
that water could have swallowed me
like i had swallowed it
but it fling me onto my belly bring
it all back
i crawl yack
yell out but it won't travel
i'm coughing up salt and gravel
my eyes burn from behind
and i, struggle to find
any meaning inside my mind
but the psilocybin provided
the first i could surmise
try as you might but you'll be taken in the end
my friend
nothing matters less you make it don't depend
on shit to give you meaning
bitch you have to choose before it end
i pray that all of us can make something together let's pretend
i will not be told by you to pipe down
please go make some music put the pipe down
yuh

whether it defends or get you "right" now
please clear all the smoke before your sight round
nothing matters anymore
a-a-a-ha-a-a

nothing matters anymore
nothing matters anymore
nothing matters anymore
nothing matters anymore

i don't know (FT. BLCKK) (PROD. MKULTRA/WENDIGO/DARKIE)

Lil Darkie

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