Hartford John O Brother Where Art Thou? Soundtrack Indian War Whoop Instrumental

Hey, you should Google "blue waffle" It's awful, terrible, unbearable imagery, uh Searchin' for some balance, where the fuck is the symmetry? Uh Robotic people marchin' forward toward the infinity, uh You at the epitome, of rap in 2020 You look funny, honey Get your money, money, it ain't shit to me It ain't shit to me, but some digits The metal make the man more rigid The robot clockwork Spinnin' like a helicopter The cops work overtime around hеre I don't leave thе crib, I do it all in simulation Workin', eatin', sleepin' and assisted masturbation I'm facin', the ceiling of my basement and the government is tracin' The thoughts inside my head and keepin' track of what I've said I think it's better if the virtual encasing Everything I do from head to toe and it ain't disconnectable The mean machine dissectible Like amphibians, we livin' in a 3D model I figure, my nigga, we might form a sort of digital migration Give up all our bodies, become one with the vibration Or maybe we might merge with the computer Form a nation of the cyborgs shooters fightin' AI Brutus turned against us, et tu You will end this whole game that we've been playin' If we don't control the shit that we creatin' Or maybe that's destiny The future that we all help build If the devil get the best of me, then you better give him hell I felt the vibe that he testin' me, I thought I had to hide my guilt But I've become a better me Cybernetically Oh man, we're fuck

Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the- We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because (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 said 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 you loose lippin', talking 'bout who trippin' 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, they 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 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 puttin' 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-yuh) 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 Tripping 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's 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 Contemplating 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 (tippy top) I wonder if these niggas really grip these Glocks Tripping acid, lipping flaccid dicking 'til she gimme top, uh-huh 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 Yeah, huh, yeah, huh Yeah, huh, yeah, huh What goes around, comes around Goes around, goes around, goes around, goes around, ayy What 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, comes around, goes around, come back to you My mama 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 smokin' 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 Grab a leaf, only tobacco that smack good I fucked that, I fucked that bitch in the Safeway 7 a.m. 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? Go sip on yo' Wock' and the bars that you pop, oh You need 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, get it, 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 Chilling in the sun, a villain catching some rays L-l-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 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 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 .9 Yo mama must have dropped yo' ass upon you 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 (I know you, motherfucker) Stop resisting (fucking bitch), stop resisting (let me go, you fucking motherfucker) Stop resisting (agh) 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 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" 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 with ya 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, what you want? I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucka nigga cunts Kick it punt, I don't fuck with runts, 117 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 One, two, one, two, three, nigga 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, ain't 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 BI-BI-BI-BI, Yeah, yeah BI-BI-BI-BI, Yeah, yeah Are you still offended? (Are you?) Let me know, please do not be I care so much about how you feel

Darkie, why you looking so sad? Go and take a walk or write a song up on your notepad For what you have you should be grateful, why aren't you more glad? "Yo, keep on killing shit", "I'll see you later", "Oh, for sure, man" It's been a fat ass minute, ain't been feeling right A hypochondriac dissatisfied, my room got no light at times Fuck all of the people judging, you got no right And neither do I The sight of new eyes, a side of you cries Man, it's been a minute I been feeling bad but I been fighting I'm enlightened to the fact that I have limited time I get to spitting these rhymes And lay a shit in your mind They want my lips intertwined So they can leave me behind But I will not submit, I will survive Go make a difference while you are still alive To be the bigger man requires that you standing high The bigger man, the more time he fall before he die There will always be a clown here to fake a smile, for you Running through the town laughing, I despise you too Oh, did I surprise you? Cool "Get up", "Do I gotta?", "Why don't you arise, you fool?" Look at me I put a face on, wow Look at me I put a show on, when I go (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Laugh at the clown and his makeup How does he feel when we wake up? I don't know and I don't care I'm unaware of how he faring Glaring, staring at him so intently At the fair inside the tent he Dance for the people Dance like you mean it Motherfucker, everybody be too pussy to move But grip they dick in they room How the fuck did we ever put a stick in our moon? It's funny I'm a cartoon But keep it realer than a bitch Or her nigga that wanna feature Lemme teach ya how I deal with these reachers that tryna leech us Keep the fuck to myself And my spiders we throw a circus For the good of my health I make entertaining the purpose of it Sing along, have a ball When the clown slip and fall When the jester get mad Put a gun in his hand Rest in peace to Robin Williams Here to act for God and villains Brightest person, darkest feelings Interfere with Satan's dealings, yo, yo

Yeah-yeah (Spider Gang) I put my fingers in a fist, nigga, and let 'em go Wasn't even on my list, nigga But you should know that I'm coming for you I got that gun, it need something to chew Something to eat, turn your head into goo Waste time, I don't wanna waste time On the FaceTime 'cause I'm talking to you Put your head on a plate dine, si manificu Bitch, I fucking hate you, hate you I just wanna waste you too Fuck the bullshit, I wanna blow my head off Fuck the bullshit, I wanna blow my head off Fuck the bullshit, I wanna blow my head off Fuck the bullshit, I wanna blow my head off Bitch, I've got no time for the bullshit You just got a handgun, I got an AK with a full clip nigga What the fuck you talking about? If you fucking with the Spider Gang we get your ass stomped out I will kill you Oh, oh I put a nigga on game, I thought I played I thought I payed my dues, I guess I ain't Bitch, fight for your life Bitch, pick up a knife Hear screams in the night Hit you with the right, left, right, left Yeah, yeah, yeah (ah) I might fuck you sideways Hit you in yo' head, it might give you migraines Jumping out the coupe, I be dumping like it shoot I might thump it out with you, nigga Why did you have to lie to a nigga? Remember when you used to come and cry to a nigga? I remember when I used to get high with you, nigga It's all forgotten He soft like cotton He sold and boughten We never stopping, light Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that nigga Duck, duck, duck, duck that nigga Got the city on my waist Let it bang where you hang, nigga Fuck that, fuck that Suck up on my nut sack WhatsApp, how my momma talking to me Oh, we crush that if you wanna sting like a bee Make 'em float like a butterfly up in the breeze He emote and he stutter, why? He on his knees? I'ma stomp that nigga out if he basic I'ma stomp that nigga out in my asics I'ma stomp that nigga out if he racist I'ma stomp that nigga out, he need lasic nigga Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, huh Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Lil Darkie