Lyrics GENOCIDE - Lil Darkie

GENOCIDE

Bitch, I’m smoking gas in my chambers like it’s the…
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«Ayy you LIL DARKIE, nigga?»
-And we want to suppress your opinion, fascistically
Take away the first amendment!
All hail censorship!
All hail our feelings!
My God is realer than yours
He says what I do is right, that I should fight if heaven pours
I am very, very, sorry
My apologies, for coming off so harshly
Impart me, second chance
So I can dance the way you want me
You Nazi, got me!
Take a lot more than that to top me
Soft ain’t what I’m made of
You’re the one acting like Adolf
Cocky
Way that you goose stepping
Way that you loose lipping
Talking 'bout who tripping
Talking 'bout who to shove under the bus
And who all of us trust that we shouldn’t
This just in, Lil Darkie is racist
Spreading the message of satan with faces
Blacker than any of us prolly are
But I’m still offended 'cause I’m a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I don’t deserve not one word of the hate
Mind control
All my thoughts are mine to hold
All down in my spinal cord
Bitch, this ain’t my final form
I got no time for you puppets
Take yo opinion and shove it
I keep my spirit above it
I’m taking criticism if it isn’t ignorant
I’m not concerned with fitting in, I hit it different
I’m a cartoon
But niggas doing more pretending than me
Bitches act offended, get banned on IG
You don’t gotta be a hater, you don’t like me
Why I keep a grin on my face on my teeth
All these niggas mad they ain’t eating like concentration camps
Cut yourself escaping from leaving over the nation fence
Most these niggas faking, not working, I’m putting them aside
Smoke until there’s nothing remaining, I call it genocide
Phoney ass niggas plotting, whoa (I call it genocide)
Fruity niggas acting rotten, so (I call it genocide)
On yo shit nigga you not been, hoe (I call it genocide)
I ain’t even think of stopping, though (I call it genocide)
Oh?
What’s this?
(Yuh-uh)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I’ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top (tippy top)
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks, trippin'
Acid lipping, flaccid dicking, 'til she gimme top, uh huh
Skipping to the store I got a red hood on
Salvia we ripping out a ten-foot bong
There’s a bitch inside my house she keep on saying she in pain
Yeah, she’s sitting on my couch with burning needles in her brain
Divinorum in her veins
Guess she was on Lexapro
The combo made her go insane
She feel calmer on cocaine (True story)
Don’t rap for fame (Too whorey)
Bitch whatchu sayin'?
I’m Super Saiyan, you super plain (Root for me)
I take my pain, make the music
Plant a bomb, can’t defuse it
I am calm, I am lucid
They betting on, that he lose it
Never had it to start with
Break you like using guitar pick
Constipated always making that hard shit
Contemplated taking niggas real far, shit
Things happen niggas switch you evolve with
Time moving, rhyme smoothin'
Stay focused you will shine through sin
Street tacos get some dimes
Who’s in?
Know a nigga threw the lime juice in
I know how to live (I know how to live)
I know how to die too
You could jump off a building
Eat mushroom for healing
Put acid in your eyes too
I’ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy top
I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks, trippin'
Acid lipping, flaccid dicking, 'til she gimme top
Whipping up my visions humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ehh
Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uh
Spider gang shit (Uh, Spider gang shit)
Goes around uh, what you what (Goes around, goes around, goes around)
(Yeah, Karma)
Don’t be afraid, step right up, step right up
Take your turn at the legendary wheel of karma
But remember that what goes around
Comes back around
Goes back around to you
Yeah
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, come back to you
My momma told me that was true
People remember like elephants do
People forget all the elements too
Living and breathing succeeding at music
At leading the crew with a passion these niggas ain’t move
'Cause they crashing and talent they rationing
I’ll get a bat I might bash him in
Gripping a blade and I’m slashing him
Happen to you!
I pull up on 'em no masking
I’m smoking that dope up in Lassen with drain the swamp blasting I’m cool
I’m on the beach up in Tahoe
Packing that THC inside a raw cone
I’ll be happy when it’s all gone
Mary Jane answer, whenever she called on
I had to fall down, I’m smoking too much
Fold up a post-it, I’m chiefing a blue crutch
I do not do Dutch, I don’t do backwoods
Grabba leaf, only tobacco that smack good
I fucked that bitch in the safeway
7: 00 am and I’m having a great day
I’m putting on weight like I’m Tay-K
Anime rapper you sound like a Beyblade
Anime rapper you hard or you not though?
Sip on yo wok and the bars that you pop, oh
You keep a Glock on yo lap and it cocked or you grip yo cock and you fap while
you stalk hoes?
Niggas walk around in dark, clothes
Bitch I’m smoking at the park, o’s
Asking questions like a narc, no
Why you sitting at the start?
Go
Go, go, go
Yeah, yeah
Get it, get it
Oh my, oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
P-P-Pussy boy g-get out my way!
I’ll run up that check before I run any fades
Killing shit for fun but I ain’t catching no case
Chillin' in the sun a villain catching some rays
Legalize the fungi nigga
I eat it anyway
It could start with one guy nigga
The world got plenty fakes
It don’t need another
Fighting with my brothers in the street
They don’t show no love
I sight the others they look industry
Let 'em sleep
Goodness me
Tell me what should this be?
Why you in my live talking shit?
I ain’t saying shit to you
Keep my pride on my hip
That’s a weapon I can’t lose
Peep my vibe or keep zip your lips
Why won’t you choose
To love everybody
Bitch how many times
Are you gonna ignore
The signs and people’s rhymes
Yo niggas are retarded he slid
And left his nine
Yo momma must have dropped yo ass
Upon yo spine
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
We mobbing through the lobby
That faggot tried to rob me
«No hoe"like d-lo bitch
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I think the copper saw me
But I ain’t chain link hopping
'Cause I ain’t see no shit
Niggas will believe whatever you tell em
If you tell 'em enough
Helpful when you selling some stuff
Or starting a war
They rotten at the heart at the core
I’m plotting to pour
LSD in the reservoir
All over the floor
I’m bringing psilocybin on tour
I’m hiding the cure
For fixing niggas, I’m very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That’s ever gonna jump out the nest
I’m a crushing a pest
You rushing to get up like you next
You failing the test
Impale yourself through one of your breasts
Somewhere on your chest
Your heart departs and leaves you with less
Now look at this mess
Bitch pull yourself together no rest
I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
I know that copper saw me
But I ain’t chain link hopping
Cause I’m up in his whip
(Stop resisting, stop resisting, ahhh)
All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane nigga punch all your peers
Ayy pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears
We war ready I see you very clear
For the tribe
Do it for the tribe nigga
Or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside nigga
I know why you cry
There is something vile
Taking people ain’t no lie
I know we should smile bigger
Because we will die
Momma why we die?
Tell me momma, why we die?
I know why they hate me
Because I will not be shy!
«I just wanna fly Daedalus, I have to try!»
«No, do not be a fool Icarus, you flew too high!»
Son, move, get out of my way
He was just a boy wanna play with the day
See him where he lay
Now see him where he lay
Don’t succumb to ignorance
Or you will have to pay
Witcha life
Play with a knife
You could filet what you write with
Stay outta fights
Tryna spit or you tryna gang bang
Pick a type
I don’t wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won’t front
Nigga whatchu want?
I just wanna see you stunt
On these hating ass sucka nigga cunts
Kick it punt
I don’t fuck with runts
One-one-seven killing grunts
They in heaven when I hunt
When I hit him then he
Let his brain leak out of his ears
Go insane bitch I’ll punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears
We war ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane nigga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, nigga wipe off your tears
We war ready if you not why you here?
(Go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)
Bitch I’m killing everyone
Bitch I’m causing a genocide
Fuck these rapping niggas they capping
Tap in pretend to slide
Bitch I’m in the field like a soldier
I’m making fucking moves
Made of paper nigga I’ll fold ya
Roll ya and tuck in smooth
Niggas wanna talk
I don’t have the time
I be on the block
Meditating making rhymes
Uh, you be hella hating
Got no cock, got no spine (Yuh)
There ain’t no debating
Do not talk
Make a line
Bitch I keep it on me
Like commie or an American
I ain’t smoking with you
But money could make me share it then
Sweeter than some honey
And funny 'cause I ain’t very tan
Still the darkest rapper
You slapping I’m killing every man
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
BitchbitchbitchBI Yeah, yeah
BitchbitchbitchBI Yeah, yeah
Are you still offended?
Are you?
Let me know
Please do not be
I care so much about how you feel