Name: The Price of Admission (prod. Real&Ruthless) by SluiceBoxRecords in What's the difference?
Duration: 4 min 36 s
Description: Disclaimer: I do not own the clip played before the song starts. It is from Yellowstone

What's the difference?

Fever Dream (prod. Real&Ruthless)

Disclaimer: I do not own the clip in the beginning of the song. 
It is from Bug's Life.

Animosity (prod. Fo'Real Beatz)

The Ceiling Is Spinning (prod. Real&Ruthless)

This is a song my father and I wrote together and I was 15.
I used to play piano but I let it go.
I can't even perform my own song sadly.
Use it or you loose it.

a thing of the past

Disclaimer: I do not own the clip from the beginning of the song. 
It is from Deadwood.

Integrity (prod. Real&Ruthless)

Disclaimer: I do not own the clip played before the song starts. It is from Yellowstone 

The Price of Admission (prod. Real&Ruthless)

YEAH
HE TALKIN’ SWEET LIKE A CAVITY
TALKIN’ SHIT IT COULD GO DOWN LIKE GRAVITY
STEPPIN’ TO ME THAT’S A FANTASY
I AM A LIVING CALAMITY
I’M GRADUALLY LOSING MY SANITY
I WENT FROM GANJA TO FLIPPING PROFANITY
THEY PROFIT OFF ALL OUR DEPRAVITY
THAT’S THE REALITY

WHIP AN F-150 NOT A CAR
PICKING UP AN UGLY BITCH
AT THE BAR
ON THE PORCH
STRING BROKE ON MY GUITAR
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD 
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (x4)

I QUIT SMOKING EXCEPT FOR THE BEATS THAT I RAP ON 
GREEN LIKE BROCCOLI 
I KEEP IT GOING FOREVER NO MATTER THE WEATHER BITCH THERE AIN’T NO STOPPING ME 
THEY WANNA TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING WE OWN LIKE IT’S A GAME OF MONOPOLY 
I TURN A FED TO AN EARTHWORM
BURY HIM DEEP IN THE DIRT ON MY PROPERTY 
THE ONLY GRILL THAT I GOT IS A FOREMAN 
I KEEP ME A SMITH LIKE A MORMON 
I TOOK A SIP OF THE MOONSHINE 
SPINNING LIKE I WAS A STORM THAT’S FORMING 
KNOCKING SHIT OVER LIKE HURRICANE 
YOU SHOULDN’T SLEEP ON ME LIKE POLYURETHANE 
I COULD DO THIS FOREVER LIKE PLASTIC 
I MAKE IT STRIKE LIKE THE TIP OF A MATCHSTICK
TALKING LIKE ARISTOTLE WHEN I RAP
A PHILOSOPHER GREATER THAN PLATO 
THROWING TOMATOES AT ME IMMA DO YOU LIKE NATO
HIT YOU WITH A MISSILE TURN YOU INTO PLAY-DO
POP HIM HE WADDLE LIKE DONALD
I AIN’T TALKING RONALD I’M TALKING THE DUCK 
AND SPEAKING OF DUCKS YOU BUGGING LIKE DAFFY
I STRETCH YOU LIKE TAFFY 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

NOTHING IS PUNK 
BESIDES MAYBE SELF IMMOLATING LIKE A MONK 
I KEEP A STICK LIKE A TRUNK DO 
FUCK JOE BIDEN AND PRESIDENT TRUMP TOO
AS LONG AS 12 GOT A GUN I GOT ONE TOO
THINKING BOUT PICKING UP KUNG FU 
“TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY YOU MUST BECOME THEM”
THAT WAS A QUOTE BY SUN TZU
STACKING PAPER LIKE A BOOKSTORE 
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO READ BOOKS FOR?
I GET ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM THE INTERNET
I FIND WHATEVER I LOOK FOR
I BELIEVE WHATEVER I SEE
AND I CANNOT EAT ANYTHING SPICY 
I’M AN ILLITERATE VILLAGE IDIOT I CAN’T EVEN READ MY OWN ID
PACKING THAT DIP IN MY LIP
LIKE MY DICK IN A BITCH
I AIN’T TALKING MY SISTER
WALKING AROUND IN THEM ALLIGATOR SKIN BOOTS
JUST GAVE ME A BLISTER
I DON’T GOT A ROLEX
SHOOTING THAT PISTOL WITH ONE HAND MAKING MY WRIST HURT 
I AIN’T A TALKER
IF HE WANNA CHIT CHAT
HE CAN GO SPEAK TO MY FIST FIRST 

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

you best get from round here dressin’ like that
we don’t call the police around these parts


GET OUT OF MY YARD (PROD. WENDIGO)

De Mega bink van Bree

BARSFAT! (FT. LIL DARKIE) (Prod. Mutru)

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 hangover” feat. Lil Darkie (Prod. TSUYUNOSHI)

THE SANDS OF TIME - Lil Darkie

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

EGO DEATH - Lil Darkie

ON THE MOUNTAIN (PROD. WENDIGO)

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

what if NOTHING MATTERED (prod. WENDIGO)

DARKIE CAN RAP (PROD. LIL JUDAS)

I am my record label.
My contract is my integrity.
And for the purposes of zero creative stifling, I intend to keep it that way.
Raw and Unfiltered, occasionally cryptic in nature.
I do this therapeutically.
I do my best not to lie in my lyrics when it represents my thoughts...
but sometimes I like to fuck around and have lil' fun.
I write from the perspectives of others as best as I can perceive them or write a story that pops up in my ADHD ass, THC warped brain; some chaotic  ensemble of my thoughts, experiences, feelings, the music I listen to and what I ate for dinner last night.

ps. I am fully aware some of the old content on this account is cringe and a lot of the lyrics are "edgy teenaged me" opinions I no longer hold.
I simply refuse to delete them for documentation purposes. 

Aight.. end of paragraph.

The Price of Admission (prod. Real&Ruthless)

SluiceBoxRecords

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