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COKE NAIL (PROD. FADED HIPPIE)

the napoleonic wars (wendigo X darkie)

video: https://youtu.be/cniafSp4HUo

lyrics:
isn't it beautiful outside

bitch, i'm back
i want all of that
little darkie came to spit
he make all the raps, yeah
he stack all the racks, yeah
he got record plaques? yeah
he see all the mother fuckers tryna piggy back
piggy back
carry you
i'm a scary dude
melanated hairy too
all my hundreds new
so you know they very blue
i been lifting weights
i bet i could carry you
carry you
carry you
ain't it beautiful outside? the sky very blue
carry you
piggy back
i wish you would all shut the fuck up and just let me rap

i wish you would all shut the fuck up and just let me speak
i remember me and wendigo licking shit so we could eat
i remember working 9 to 5 cleaning deep fryers every week
i remember sitting down on the couch and there's weed on the seat

i remember hot LA summers with no AC
and the roaches in the oven left us in the winter with no heat
i remember quitting jobs dropping out of university
i remember selling weed to the neighbors every day at 3

bitch i’m back 
i want all of that
little darkie came to shit
he wit all the crap 

he serve all the packs 
then buy all them back 
he wont even go to sleep til he makes fifty racks

fifty racks
piggy back
i could carry mother fuckers cuz i’m very jacked
piggy back
carry you
i would have rolled two blunts if i wanted to share with you

yo bro get the fuck away from me
aw i didn't know you were an asshole

piggy back
piggy back

and if you're listening to this shit and you don't like me:
suck my dick

PIGGY BACK (PROD. SOLSA) (VIDEO IN DESC.)

MODERN DAY ROCKSTAR

MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/ilU8XgrwA4E
LYRICS:
APPA SAID MY BOY YOU GONNA MAKE ME PROUD

I SAID “I DONT KNOW”
HE SAID THIS LIFE AINT NUN TO TOY WITH NOW

DO IT LOUD

FUCK WHAT ALL THESE OTHER MOTHER FUCKERS SAYIN
EVERY BODY THINK IT’S UNFAIR, BLAME YOU FOR THEY PAIN

AMMA SAID MY BABY WHATCHU WANNA DO BEFORE YOU’RE DEAD
I SAID “YELL AT PEOPLE”
SHE SAID IF YOU LOVE IT GO AHEAD

KEEP YOU FEED

STAY AWAY FROM TROUBLE STAY AWAY FROM RATS
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT WHEN YOU ARENT DROPPING HELLA RAPS

STAY IN THE DARK
GO WITH THE FLOW LIKE A SHARK
IF HE TALKING OUT HIS BOTTOM LIKE A SHART
HE A NARC, CHOPPA FART

CHOPPA SPARK
LIKE A LIGHTER
IN YOUR HEART
MAKE YOU PART
IM A FIGHTER 
YOU A MARK
YOU A MARK
YOU A MARK

.45-70 GOVERNMENT ROUND
SHORTY THIGHS HEAVENLY RUBBERED IT DOWN
DEFINITELY POUND
 
SOCOM AMMO
BLOW SOME GAS LIKE A SMOKE BOMB CAMO

GROWING UP,
GROWING UP
DONT TREAD ON ME

MY NIGGAS TRYNA CALL ME
BUT I KEEP BITCHES AROUND ME

DONT TREAD ON ME

MY FATHER THINKS THAT IMMA COMMIE
AND I DONT BELIEVE IN GOD BECAUSE 
HOW COULD ANYTHING LOVE ME

LOVELY
SHITTING IN A CELL THE PEOPLE SHOVED ME
THEY ADORE ME
BUT THEY DONT KNOW BOUT THE NIGGAS CAME BEFORE ME

I AINT FIRST 

THE FIRST VIDEO I MADE
THE KID WHO PAYED ME IN THE DIRT
(IT’S A CURSE)
FOUND OUT LATE IN LA ON THE 21ST
THAT BOY MISSING?
HE IN PRISON?
WORSE HE LYING IN A HEARSE!
(AND I QUOTE)
“WE AINT SNATCHING JUST A PURSE
ALL YOU NIGGAS WEARING SKIRTS!”

“LET IT BURST LIKE MY VERSE
HOPE YOU CAN AFFORD A NURSE
SO PERVERSE ILL DISPERSE 
YOU AND THERE AINT NO REVERSE”

NO INVERSE 
PUTTING NIGGAS ONTO SHIRTS
WHERE IT HURTS
IN THE DARK THAT YOU CREATE YOU GET IMMERSED

STAY IN THE DARK
GO WITH THE FLOW LIKE A SHARK
IF HE TALKING OUT HIS BOTTOM LIKE A SHART
HE A NARC, CHOPPA FART

CHOPPA SPARK
LIKE A LIGHTER
IN YOUR HEART
MAKE YOU PART
IM A FIGHTER 
I AM DARK
I AM DARK
I AM

DARK (PROD. SOLSA)[MUSIC VID IN DESC.]

ELEMENT (FT. DIRTY) (PROD. WENDIGO)

(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. SOLSA)

MAYDAY 
MAYDAY!
MAYDAY 
MAYDAY!
MAYDAY 
MAYDAY!
MAYDAY 

THAT NIGGA WALKED IN THIS BITCH WITH A AK
GOTCHO HEAD SPINNING LIKE BEYBLADE, MAYDAY 

MY MEAT GRADE A 
YO WEED PAYDAY
BUMBOCLAAT BITCH
NIGGA DRIPPING LIKE LADY

MAYDAY 

THESE DAYS NOBODY WILL FADE ME
NOBODY DO HOW THEY SAY THEY

YEAR OF THE CAP
YEAR OF LIE
POPPING A CAP
YOU CANNOT CRY

NOBODY CHANGE 
NOBODY TRY
WHAT ELSE IS NEW?
LIVING FOR WHY?

LIVING FOR WHOOOO?
LIVING TO DIE
LIVING TO BURN
LIVING TO FRY
WAIT FOR YOUR TURN
OPEN YOUR EYES
INFINITE SCREAMS
INFINITE SIGHS
I DONT GIVE FUCK
I DONT GIVE FUCK ABOUT YOU NIGGA
I DONT EEN KNOW WHAT YOU DO NIGGA
RUN UP ON YOU WITH THE TOOL NIGGA
FIX HIM RIGHT UP GO TO SCHOOL NIGGA
ACT LIKE A CLOWN YOU COME OFF LIKE A FOOL NIGGA
IM IN THE POOL WITH THE CLICK AND WE COOL BIGGER MAN
BIGGER SACK NIGGA
IM IN THE BACK WITHCHA BITCH 
RED AND BLACK FIGURE
LURK IN THE DARK WITH THE CRACKS
IM IN THAT FISSURE

I PAY ATTENTION
I AM OBSERVANT
YOU DON’T GET MENTIONED
MAKE YOU MY SERVANT
I AM NOT UNDERGROUND
BITCH I BEEN BREAKING IT
DONT FUCK WITH OTHER SOUNDS
NIGGAS IS FAKING IT

I DONT WAN SEE WHAT YOU DOING
NIGGAS IS MAD THAT THEY LOSING

EVERY NIGGA I SEE THAT AINT DOING ENOUGH
ALWAYS POST ON THE INTERNET THEY GON BE UP

SO I STAY ON TOP OF MY SHIT
LIL BITCH I AM GLAD I DONT FIT

I AM AN INDIAN 
IM NOT A SPICK
I AM A DARKIE
CUBENSIS A SPICK
DIDNT GET TO PICK

NOT GONNA CAP 
NOT GONNA LIE
WE CAN GET DOWN
WE CAN GET HIGH

OH I FORGOT MIKE IS ALSO A SPICK
THAT BE MY GUY 
HE HAS A DICK


I HAVE dick on my waist too
my girl got pussy but she keep some cake ooo
what? you want a nigga to lie?
wendigo got the word freak ‘bove his thigh

solsa from under
bruhmane look like he could plunder
with out a blunder
uh
you!
you cannot keep up the pace 
dillinger got the word sleep on his face!
facts

shoutout my niggas that’s eating
sit in my room and yell until my teeth grin
i jack off into a chip bag
niggas too pussy to talk about dicks that

are in they draws 
fuck media fuck laws
look at your self
look at your flaws
demons tapping into niggas with bars
female rappers yelling make me get hard

not gonna lie
not gonna front
i hear you sigh
ho what you want?

i smell your cunt
bitch and it stunk
just like a skunk
bring back punk

bring back rock 
nobody talk
see what it done to the block
no one know they neighbors
no one know who gave us 
everything that we got

YEAR OF THE CAP (PROD. SOLSA)

SOME INDIAN COUNTRY MUSIC FOR YOU

LYRICS:

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN

YOU A SOUND CLOWN

ON THE SOUND CLOUD
ACTING LIKE YOU FOUND OUT
JUST NOW
AINT NOBODY CARE ABOUT YOU
LET IT PULL THE HAIR UP OUT YOU
LET IT SCARE YOU TERROR BOUT TO
RUN IT

OH YOU DONE IT NOW 
I BE GUNNING FOR THE SUMMIT

ALL MY BOYS 
FILLED WITH PASSION FILLED WITH CUNNING

ALL YO BOYS
GET TO DASHING GET TO RUNNING


I WILL LICK UP ALL OF YOUR BLOOD
I WILL STICK YOUR BODY IN THE MUD
NIGGA AINT AKIN TO TALKING IF IT AINT OVER SOME BUD
NIGGA SAY HE SMOKING MID TO ME HE SMOKING DUD

I TRY AND BIDE MY TIME
PUSSY NIGGAS CAN’T EVEN WRITE MY RHYMES

IN THE GRIME EVERYDAY
WITH MY SLIMES AND WE PLAY NO GAMES
WITH YOU LAMES
AINT THE SAME 
LIKE YIN AND YANG
BETWEEN THE SIN AND FAME
A LOT OF NIGGAS LOSE THEY MINDS
BITCH BRING IT THAN 
I GOT A THICKER FUCKING SPINE

FOR THE BULLSHIT
KEEP A FULL CLIP OF THE RHYMES
OLD SCHOOL SHIT
DANCING ON A HUMAN
PRANCING TO THE TUNE OF NIGGAS LOSING IT
BOOZING AND WE CRUISING 
TURN TO EVERYONE AYE WHO’S IN?
MOVING SO CONFUSING

UNBORN CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
WE AINT SHIT, UH
THERE AINT NOTHING LEFT BUT THE FIRE AND THE GRIT
BREATH GET ME HIGHER WHEN IT’S LIT
LIKE A JOINT OR A BLUNT PUNCH A CUNT IN THE PIT
WHATCHU WANT THROW A FIT
YOU COULD GET IT OR GET WETTED UP FOR SAID IT
LIKE A BITCH
PUSSY LIPS

HEAR EM FLAPPING IN THE WIND

CAPPING TO YOUR FRIENDS

WRITING RAPPING WITH A PEN,
OR YOU RAPPING IN THE PEN?

IT DONT MATTER WHERE YOU BEEN

IM BECOME DEATH, DESTROYER OF WORLDS
CHAOS IT GALLOPS IT FLIPS AND IT TWIRLS

DEMONS IN MY HEAD ALL NIGHT YEAH
HELLA MEN FELL INTO MY JAWS THAT BORE
SCREAMING I AM DEAD ILL BITE YA
SKELETON PRESSING ON MY CLOSET DOOR
DEVILS IN MY HEAD ALL NIGHT YUH

ALL OF THEM GOT ME SEEING RED WHAT FOR
SEVERAL OF EM HAD MY LIFE YUH
SKELETONS FALLING OUT MY CLOSET DOOR
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME ROPE
 IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME STRAPS
KEEP THE SKELETONS STACKED
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME DOPE
IMMA HAVE TO BUY SOME HOPE NOT A LETTER MAN JACK
ILL ATTACK ANY MEMORY 
THAT SETTING ME BACK

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN
LOUD SOUNDS IN MY HEAD WHEN HER FEET HIT ME
STEPPING LIKE A WEAPON FROM THE GODS GET BEAT

KALI MA
SHE COME AROUND NOW
DANCE ON A NIGGA LIKE THE GROUND DOWNTOWN
LOUD SOUNDS IN MY HEAD WHEN LIL SHAWDY MAKE CONTACT
POUND ON MY DEAD BEAT BODY YEAH I WANT THAT

-

KALI MA!

KALI MA WITH A JET BLACK FACE
TAKE A LOLLYPOP BEFORE I END YOUR RACE

YOU GET STEPPED ON
BY A NIGGA SLEPT ON
HOE YOU A SMALL ASS NIGGA LIKE A LEPTON

TIGER YOU GET LEPT ON
ONLY HIT A WET BONG
PUSSY NIGGA GET GONE
PUSSY NIGGA WIPE OUT
LIKE WAX ON THEN WAX OFF
MY PIPE OUT 
YO WIFE SHOUT
KALI MA GRINNING SHE SWINGING HER KNIFE ROUND
SINGING BOUT

RACE IS FAKE AND ALL THESE NIGGAS PRETENDING 
RACIST NIGGAS NOT THE ONES IM BEFRIENDING
RACIST NIGGAS ONLY ONES I’M OFFENDING
FACE ME TELL ME I AM SOME THING UNENDING

KALI MA WITH THE JET BLACK SKIN
KALI MA!
GODDESS OF DARKNESS
KALI MA!
TAKE YOUR HEART OUT KALI MA
PLAY WITCHU LIKE VOLLEY BALL

IMMA
GO AND SMOKE SOME FLORA WITH THE FAUNA
TRYNA
TURN THAT SHIT UP SIDE DOWN?

YES I WANNA
MARRY MARIJUANA (MARRY WANNA) MARRY ME
CUZ I BE ON HER
BARELY DAWN IM VERY GONE
AND EATING AT MC DONALDS

BIG MAC GOT A BIG CLIP AIMING AT RONALD

EAT YOUR VEGGIES PLEASE!
EAT WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR PLATE
BITCH YOU BUMPING GARBAGE
BECAUSE YOU ARE WHAT YOU ATE
I BE CAUSING CARNAGE
FOR VEGETABLES ON MY PLATES

INFLEXIBLE 
CONSTIPATED ON THE SHITTIER
PARK DOING YOGA 
YOU AT HOME BARKING ON TWITTER

SOUNDING LIKE YOU BITTER
YOU SHOULD PRAY TO PROLLY GOD?
I BE IN MY CHAMBERS CANDLELIT
WITH KALI MA

AND SHE REMIND ME OF MYSELF
I KNOW ALL OF YALL
KEEP YA HITS BELOW THE BELT
BUT SHE GOT ARMS THAT FALL 
AND CATCH A KICK BEFORE IT HIT
OH KALI MA
COULD PUT A NIGGA IN A DITCH

KALI MA! (FT. BRAHMAN) (PROD. WENDIGO/CRMSYN)

(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)

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:

IF YOU AINT FUCKING WITH MY VISION
THEN ACT LIKE I DON’T EXIST

IF YOU AINT RIDING WITH ME NIGGA 
GET ROCKING THAT’S WHAT HE KICKS

BECAUSE IM TIRED OF DISLOYALTY 
AND BITCH SHIT

I’M TIRED OF THE MISFITS
AND WHAT ELSE?
I’LL LIST IT

I HATE NIGGAS THAT DISSING BUT WONT 
MAKE THE DISS EXPLICIT

I HATE WHEN NIGGAS SWITCHING
PLAYING SIDES YOU COMPLICIT

I HATE WHEN NIGGAS DON’T KNOW SOMETHING
WRONG CUZ YOU AIN’T PISSED YET

CUZ YOU AIN’T SAID YOU HATE WHEN NIGGAS
QUIET LIKE SOME CRICKETS

INSECTS 

CRUSH EM UP AND EAT EM WITH SOME BUTTER
ON SOME BISCUITS 

MY FIST GETS

HARDER WHEN I GRIP TO

SIT THROUGH 

ANOTHER FUCKING DAY OF PLAYING SHIT COOL

FUCK THAT 

I HOPE THE FUCKING PLANET SUCK THE GUTS
OUT OF MY NUT SACK

I’LL BUSS BACK

AND YOU CAN FUCKING TRUST THAT 
I’LL HIT YOU 

RIGHT IN YO FUCKING NECK
’N LET YOU LAY INSIDE A PISS POOL 

CUZ THERE AINT NOTHING WORSE THAN
TREATED BADLY BY YOUR BROTHER

KINDA ANGER MAKE ME WANNA SEE 
ANOTHER IN A GUTTER

KINDA ANGER MAKE ME BLIND AND
MAKE ME THINK AN AWFUL THOUGHT

WAS NEVER TAUGHT HOW TO FORGIVE 
OR MAYBE I HAD JUST FORGOT

WHY THE PEOPLE THAT’S SUPPOSED TO 
HAVE YOU BACK IS TURNING OPPS
 
KINDA ANGER MAKE ME WANNA MURDER
EVERY SINGLE COP

WITH A SHOTGUN

PULL UP AND I POP ONE
PULL UP AND I POP TWO

NOW THEY’VE FUCKING SHOT YOU

SO LET IT STAY A THOUGHT THEN
THE KINDA ONE THAT DROPPED IN
THE KINDA ONE I PUT INSIDE A SONG 
THAT I CAN BOP TEN TIMES

UNTIL I STOP CARING

ABOUT THE FACT THAT UNDERNEATH IT ALL
THERE’S NOTHING SOLID TO HOLD ON TO 
LIKE YOU WANT TO

AND WHEN IM DREAMING I FEEL BETTER
THEN I DO WHEN IM AWAKE

HOW IMMA DREAM SOME REALER PEOPLE
THAN THE ONES THAT LIVING WHEN THEY 
REALLY FAKE

LIKE ACTUALLY

I DO THIS RAPPING CASUALLY

DISTRACT ME FROM MY DYING 
AND TRYING TO FEEL MY INNOCENCE 
AGAIN AND IT’S IMPACTING ME POSITIVELY 
AND IN A SENSE I GUESS 
IT IS THE CAUSE OF ANXIETY 
WHEN PEOPLE GOT PAIRS OF CENTS
THEY WANNA GIVE TOO

DISTRIBUTE 
OPINIONS BOUT THE ART
BUT I AINT LIKE THE OTHER 
RAPPERS YOU LISTEN TO
THIS MUSIC IS A PAINTING 
WITH EMPHASIS ON THE PAIN
IT’S NOT TO ENTERTAIN 
IT’S THE NOISES INSIDE MY BRAIN

AND I PRAY THAT YOU UNDERSTAND 
AND IM SORRY I’M SO AGGRESSIVE 
IF I HAD A HUNDRED BANDS I’D INVEST IT
INTO MY MESSAGE

THAT RACE IS FAKE 

AND PEOPLE EQUAL BUT DON’T WANNA BE
IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF GREED AND 
HOW WE STRUCTURE OUR ECONOMY

I’M SO DEPRESSED
I’VE HAD THIS LIQUOR IN MY CHEST LIKE EVERY DAY CUZ I AINT BEEN FEELING THE BEST

A MIXED RACE FAGGOT BOY THAT RAP AND 
AIN’T BLACK BUT HIS GODDESS IS
I PRAY THAT KALI MA DESCEND 
ON LA BRING APOCALYPSE

REVOLVER (PROD. CUBENSIS)

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

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

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)

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)

RIGHT ON (PROD. SOLSA)

Lil Darkie

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