Genocide – Lil Darkie: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Genocide

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Genocide wurde am 20. Mai 2019 von lil darkie als Teil des Albums Genocide - EP veröffentlicht

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SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Darkie

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lil Darkie

Songwriter

Joshua Hamilton

Joshua Hamilton

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Wendigo

Producer

Cubensis

Producer

Solsa

Producer

Songtexte

[Intro]

Bitch, I'm smokin' gas in my chambers like it's the ****

We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because—

Ayy, you Lil Darkie, ****?

And we want to suppress your opinion fascistically

Take away the First Amendment

All hail censorship, all hail our feelings

[Verse 1]

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 comin' 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 actin' like Adolf

Cocky, way that you goose steppin', way that you loose lippin'

Talkin' 'bout who trippin', talkin' 'bout who to shove under the bus

And who all of us trust that we shouldn't (Okay)

This just in, Lil Darkie is racist, spreadin' the message of Satan with faces

He's Blacker than any of us probably are, but I'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard

He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe by makin' it hard for you to create

**** 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 your opinion and shove it

I keep my spirit above it

I'm takin' criticism if it isn't ignorant

I'm not concerned with fittin' in, I hit it different

I'm a cartoon, but **** doin' more pretendin' than me

Bitches act offended, get me 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 **** mad they ain't eatin' like concentration camps

Cut yourself escapin' from leavin' over the nation fence

Most these **** fakin', not workin', I'm puttin' them aside

Smoke until there's nothin' remainin', I call it genocide

[Outro]

Call it genocide

Bitch, I call it genocide

I call it genocide

I call it genocide

[Intro]

Oh

What's this? (Yuh, yuh)

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Chorus]

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy-top (Tippy-top)

I wonder if these **** really grip these Glocks

Trippin' acid, lippin' flaccid, dickin' 'til she give me top (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 2]

Skippin' to the store, I got a red hood on

Salvia, we rippin' out a ten-foot bong

There's a bitch inside my house, she keep on sayin' she's in pain

Yeah, she's sittin' on my couch with burnin' 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 whory)

Bitch, what you 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 bettin' on that he lose it

Never had it to start with, break you like usin' guitar pick

Constipated, always makin' that hard shit

Contemplated takin' **** real far, shit

Things happen, **** switch, you evolve with

Time movin', rhyme smoothin'

Stay focused, you will shine through sin

Street tacos, get some dimes, who's in?

Know a **** 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 healin'

Put acid in your eyes too, yuh

[Chorus]

I'ma fuck around and Timmy Turner to the tippy-top (Tippy-top)

I wonder if these **** really grip these Glocks

Trippin' acid, lippin' flaccid, dickin' 'til she give me top

Whippin' up my visions, humans listen to the shit I drop (Shit I drop)

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

What goes around comes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ayy

What goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, uh

Spider Gang shit

What goes around

What do you want? Uh (Goes around, goes around, goes around)

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 (Yuh)

[Verse 3]

What goes around comes around, goes around comes around, goes around come back to you, uh

My mama told me that was true, people remember like elephants do

People forget all the elements to

Livin' and breathin', succeedin' at music

At leadin' the crew with a passion

These **** ain't move 'cause they crashin' and talent, they rationin'

I'll get a bat, I might bash him in

Grippin' a blade and I'm slashin' him, happen to you

I pull up on 'em no mask and I'm smokin' that dope up in Lassen

With DRAIN THE SWAMP blastin', I'm cool

I'm on the beach up in Tahoe, packin' 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 smokin' too much

Fold up a Post-it, I'm chiefin' a blue crutch

I do not do Dutch, I don't do Backwoods

Grabba leaf only tobacco that smack good

I fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway

7 a.m. and I'm havin' a great day, uh

I'm puttin' on weight like I'm Tay-K

Anime rapper, you sound like a Beyblade

Anime rapper, you hard or you not, though?

Sip on your Wock' and the bars that you pop

Oh, you need a Glock on your lap and it cocked?

Or you grip your cock and you fap while you stalk hoes?

**** walk around in dark clothes

Bitch, I'm smokin' at the park, O's

Askin' questions like a narc, no

Why you sittin' at the start? Go

[Intro]

Go, go, go, go, go

Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 4]

P-p-pussy boy, g-get out my way, uh

I'll run up that check before I run any fades, uh

Killin' shit for fun, but I ain't catchin' no case, uh

Chillin' in the sun, a villain catchin' some rays, uh

Legalize the fungi, ****, I eat it anyway

It could start with one guy, ****, the world got plenty fakes

It don't need another fire 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 talkin' shit? I ain't sayin' 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-to love everybody?

Bitch, how many times are you gonna ignore the signs in people's rhymes?

Your **** are retarded, he slid and left his 9

Your mama must have dropped your ass upon your spine

[Chorus]

I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

We mobbin' through the lobby

That faggot tried to rob me

No ho like D-Lo, bitch

I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

I think the copper saw me

But I ain't chain-link hoppin'

'Cause I ain't see no shit

[Verse 5]

**** will believe whatever you tell 'em if you tell 'em enough

Helpful when you sellin' some stuff or startin' a war

They rotten at the heart, at the core

I'm plottin' to pour LSD in the reservoir

All over the floor, I'm bringin' psilocybin on tour

I'm hidin' the cure for fixin' ****, I'm very sure

Stop bein' depressed, step outside and puff out your chest

He made you the best that's ever gonna jump out the nest

I'm crushin' a pest, you rushin' to get up like you next

You failin' 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

[Chorus]

I feel like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

I know that copper saw me

But I ain't chain-link hoppin'

'Cause I'm up in his whip

Hey, let me go, you motherfucker (Stop resisting)

You fuckin' pig (Stop resisting)

Hurry the fuck up, you motherfucker (Stop resisting)

[Instrumental]

Sometimes

All you need to do

Is hop on the subway and go

Go

[Chorus]

Let your brain leak out of your ears, uh

Go insane, ****, punch all your peers, ayy

Pick the kid up, ****, wipe off your tears

We war ready, I see you very clear

[Verse 6]

For the tribe, do it for the tribe, ****, or 'cause you alive

Free what is inside, ****, I know why you cry

There is somethin' vile, takin' people, ain't no lie

I know we should smile bigger because we will die

Mama, why we die? Tell me, mama, 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, don't be a fool, Icarus, you flew too high

Such a 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

With your life, play with the knife

You could filet what you write with, stay outta fights

Tryna spit or you tryna gangbang? Pick a type

I don't wanna see no talented rappers dyin' to pipes

I won't front, ****, what you want?

I just wanna see you stunt on these hatin'-ass sucker-**** cunts

Kick it, punt, I don't fuck with runts, 117 killin' grunts

They in heaven when I hunt, when I hit him, then he

[Chorus]

Let his brain leak out of his ears, uh

Go insane, bitch, go punch all your peers, ayy

Pick the kid up, ****, wipe off your tears

We war ready, I see you very clear

Let your brain leak out of your ears, uh

Go insane, ****, punch all your peers, ayy

Pick the kid up, ****, wipe off your tears

We war ready, if you not, why you here?

[Instrumental]

Go, go, go, go

One, two, one, two, three, ****

[Verse 7]

Bitch, I'm killin' everyone, bitch, I'm causin' a genocide

Fuck these rappin' ****, they cappin', tap in, pretend to slide

Bitch, I'm in the field like a soldier, I'm makin' fuckin' moves

Made of paper, ****, I'll fold ya, roll ya and tuck it smooth

**** wanna talk, uh, I don't have the time, uh

I be on the block, meditatin', makin' rhymes, uh

You be hella hatin', got no cock, got no spine, uh

There ain't no debatin', do not talk, make a line

Bi-bi-bitch, I keep it on me like commie or an American

I ain't smokin' 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 slappin', I'm killin' every man

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi— (Yuh, yuh)

Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bi— (Yuh, yuh)

[Outro]

Are you still offended? (Are you?)

Let me know (Please do not be)

I care so much about how you feel

Written by: Joshua Hamilton

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