one of darkies song where he doesn't swear ngl a vibe

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)

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)

(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)

ON THE MOUNTAIN (PROD. WENDIGO)

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

ON THE MOUNTAIN (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lil Darkie

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