FLAKKA - IDK, MF DOOM & Conductor Williams: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

IDK, MF DOOM & Conductor Williams

FLAKKA

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Hip-Hop/Rap

FLAKKA was released on January 23, 2026 by broke as a part of the album e.t.d.s. A Mixtape by .idk.

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

IDK

Musician

Conductor Williams

Conductor Williams

Musician

MF DOOM

Musician

Pierre Jamerson

Pierre Jamerson

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jason Mills

Songwriter

Max Théodore

Songwriter

Daniel Dumile

Songwriter

Denzel Williams

Denzel Williams

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Conductor Williams

Conductor Williams

Producer

Max Théodore

Producer

Eden Eliah Nagar

Eden Eliah Nagar

Recording Engineer

Calin Enache

Mixing Engineer

Mike Bozzi

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Whoo Kid)

(Conductor)

[Verse 1]

Why the judge tryna make a **** suffer?

Fifteen, but I'm seventeen, what a crazy deal

Dinner tray full of green liver, what a crazy meal

Imagine bein' Black in a cell

And right down the block is where the Aryans dwell

And you ain't got 500K for the bail

And you are not the one that like to play show and tell

Fuck a sentence, they gave me paragraphs

Coppin' flakka from eses to make the time pass

I tried K2 on my B-Day

And smoked it really slow to make the high last

Don't know when parole about to hit

Startin' to lose my mind, this close to poppin' shit

But I really am the opposite

I'm the cell block's finest

[Chorus]

This ain't rocket science

It's more like a rocket with a silence

Damn

Let's avoid violence

They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'

A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron

Survival is a homemade shank in either hand

Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan

Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam

With no pussy in over a decade, damn (Man)

[Verse 2]

Damn

Here we go again

Thought I'd never see the county jail once more

But now I'm back in another cell block door

This time upstate, more commissary, but they don't sell no cupcakes

All from a mistake, I must say

I must've got a lil' taste of freedom, but they got me right back in this place

Same **** from last time is still tryna pass time

God, how am I back? I gotta ask why we all turned religious when this shit hit the fan

I was contemplatin' flippin' through the Quran

Felt like I was Moses when I flipped through the Bible

Prayin' that my celly never turn turned to a rival

Had to keep the iron like the tip of the Eiffel

I pray that he don't sing like American Idol

[Chorus]

This ain't rocket science

It's more like a rocket with a silence

Damn

Let's avoid violence

They got me in the right place with the wrong timin'

A clique full of criminals, iron sharp and iron

Survival is a homemade shank in either hand

Back from a bid lookin' all young like Peter Pan

Guards try to tell me what to do 'cause I'm in the jam

With no pussy in over a decade, damn

Written by: Daniel Dumile, Denzel Williams, Jason Mills, Max Théodore

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