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Darth Vader
17,161
Hip-Hop/Rap
Darth Vader was released on September 21, 2018 by Cash Motto Limited as a part of the album TEN10
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AlbumTEN10
Release DateSeptember 21, 2018
LabelCash Motto Limited
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chip
Chip
Vocals
Lil Silva
Lil Silva
Programming
Sampha
Sampha
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Songwriter
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Songwriter
TJ Carter
TJ Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naweed
Naweed
Mastering Engineer
Lil Silva
Lil Silva
Producer
Sam JC Khadra
Sam JC Khadra
Mixing Engineer
Sampha
Sampha
Producer
Michael 'MSM' Michalis
Michael 'MSM' Michalis
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aight, look
Still young, still here, got waves, ah
I ain't goin' bald or grey, nah
Fuck 50 shades, man stay dark
Come through, all black, Darth Vader
Star Wars, yeah, man, I had war with stars
Get dark, swing my lightsaber
Some call me the grime scene savior
Test me, nobody can save ya
Special, like I'm born in a manger
Not new to danger, but no behavior
Red or blue pill, picked blue, took five
I just wanna touch mic and stay hard
So fuck these spitters and fuck their tracks
With similar beats and the same bars
Similar streets, not the same path
Get whipped, get murked, man's A-class
[Verse 2]
Touch mic with the truth and speak
Tell an MC, tell the truth this week
You did not shoot this week
You was in the booth this week
Had a video shoot this week
Making tracks, 'bout a hundred waps
Hundred shanks, 'llow it, man
You ain't got war with a hundred man
You ain't no three hundred Spartan fam
These days, if you're not chattin' about crud
Then the youth, dem don't wanna hear it
It's for the youth, them that I'm fearin'
A generation without carin'
Too many parents burying their kids
When kids should be burying parents
Man just wanna stay low and bank
Pray I never get shot or shanked
[Verse 3]
Yo, our Father, Thy kingdom come
On Earth, can't be like in Heaven
So please give us our daily bread
All these spitters gettin' daily stress
I write daily, yes, grime daily, yes
Wanna link up? Nah, I'm a anti-yes
Mad about bars from about sixteen
Mad about bars from before you could count sixteen
Tell a bitch, don't count on me, I'm no number line
It's Friday, now you wanna link up
All this week, I'm on number five
Tell me lies, yeah, tell me lies, sweet lil' ones
Strap when I beat, I don't need little ones
She don't want more, she already got one
And she can't get preg swallowing cum
[Verse 4]
I get graphic, I'm a designer
She might hear this, but that's minor
'Cause she rates my path, she a rider
And she'd be down if I never had a fiver
But I just get rage sometimes
Start lettin' off rage on mic
Man, if they cold, what am I?
Whether I pick up a pen or write in my mind
No, I'm not right in my mind and your'e right on my mind
All right, you hopped on the track
All right, you're hot, but you're wack
Sweep MC's with facts, make them think 'bout life
Let alone think 'bout clash
Man get shellin', man don't want this unleaded
Don't come here for your gas, man, don't try it
Man can't side with these liars
Man do nice with the facts
[Verse 5]
Still young, still here, got waves, ah
I ain't goin' bald or grey, nah
Fuck 50 shades, man stay dark
Come through, all black, Darth Vader
Star Wars, yeah, man, I had war with stars
Get dark, swing my lightsaber
Some call me the grime scene savior
Test me, nobody can save ya
Special, like I'm born in a manger
Not new to danger, but no behavior
Red or blue pill, picked blue, took five
I just wanna touch mic and stay hard
So fuck these spitters and fuck their tracks
With similar beats and the same bars
Similar streets, not the same path
Get whipped, get murked, man's A-class
Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Sampha Sisay, TJ Carter
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