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A rat done bit my sister Nell
WHILE BILLIONAIRES RACE TO SPACE
Her face and arms began to swell
AND BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
I can't pay no doctor bill
BUT BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still
WHILE BILLIONAIRES RACE TO SPACE
The man jus' upped my rent las' night
CAUSE BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
No hot water, no toilets, no lights
BUT BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
I wonder why he's uppin’ me?
IS IT CAUSE BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
I was already payin' 'im fifty a week
WITH BILLIONAIRE’S RACING TO SPACE
Taxes takin' my whole damn check
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck
The price of food is goin' up
An' as if all that shit wasn't enough
A rat done bit my sister Nell
WHILE BILLIONAIRES RACE TO SPACE
Her face an' arm began to swell
BUT BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
Was all that money I made las' year
FOR BILLIONAIRES TO RACE TO SPACE
How come there ain't no money here?
BUT BILLIONAIRES ARE RACING TO SPACE
Y'know I just 'bout had my fill
OF BILLIONAIRES RACING TO SPACE
I think I'll send these doctor bills
Airmail special
TO A BILLIONAIRE AT THE EDGE OF SPACE
Billionaires
Racing to space
Ain’t it a shame
Ain’t it a waste
Could’ve ended world hunger
But they do this instead
Launch em all to space
And leave em for dead
Leave em all for dead!
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I Don't Believe You
02:18
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You know a lot of rappers saying things you can’t even believe
But Darko the Super that’s a name you can trust
You got mad guns
You have mad funds
You got bad lungs
You ate cow tongue
You drive a RAV4
Snuck out the back door
Sold your Ford Focus
You didn’t even notice
You’re into hocus pocus
You sell mad drugs
They got your house bugged
You install cable
You beat MC Able
You got street cred
You got a bad leg
You had a bad day
You like to complain
Case of the Monday’s
Drove up a one way
Messed up the feng shui
You were stuck in traffic
You got automatics
You’re a rappers rapper
You climbed Jacob’s ladder
Licked the cake batter
Had a birthday party
Got busy at a Hardee’s
You work at Burger King
You do the murder thing
In your street clothes
Your left foot
It got 3 toes
You work at 7/11
Once saw a glimpse of heaven
Went to the all star game
Your cousin’s LeBron James
On your mother’s side
You’re a funny guy
With blood money ties
You cook in steel pots
You could beat box
And your rhymes ill
I don’t believe you still
Swore on your life
But I know your type
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Darko, Darko, Darko
A ghost of me, you are
For one who did not want to live
You are never very far
As a soul lost deep in trouble
You gave my art a name
But if I did it all again
I might not do it the same
Pulled down from heavens’ ethers
You arrived to share my life
I instilled your death with purpose
Before you left me your knife
I take it out from time to time
Run my fingers down the smooth blade
Is my fate the same as yours
Or do I Just Simply Fade?
My dear, sweet Darko
My doorway into death
Alive but not living
In this play
I am your guest
I offered my whole self
In honor of your life
And in exchange
Was tricked quite well
When you rewrote me my rights
But you, my friend
Had different plans for my life
You stepped in out of nowhere
And now you won’t leave my sight
I sit alone
On this journey of ours
Caught between my earth and your stars
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Jockin' Jay Dee
04:25
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Who’s house?
It’s electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s
In Atlanta
Southern twang slang bangers
Gangster rap and grunge
My brain soaked up like a sponge
You probably seen me on the Ryker’s bus
About to give my life up
In the white chucks
Iced up
Finding out how swift my knife cuts
On the court mic’d up
Malice at the palace
Alice in the foulest smelling apartment building you ever stepped in
Hold your weapons, it’s me
The very next phase
Mellow yellow lemonade
Rent is paid and I’m feeling alright
I got methods, flipping records is tight
Vinyl collection could’ve been on hoarders
We came along way from the tape recorders
Now we’re placing orders
Legit brick and mortars
Pork eating demons wanna stop the shine
But I gots to go for mine
I ain’t working 9 to 5
I’m working 8 to 6 and loving it
Complaining gives you wrinkles
Soon the stars won’t twinkle
The sun’ll fall
Guns’ll draw
Now you’re in a pickle
Selling nickels
Watch the water ripple as it skips across the lake
Jockin Jay Dee and jacking beat tapes
I’m so dope boy fresh
2 dope boys on the Internet
The Ill roots blog era
Looked her up and down said too much mascara
Charles Hamilton black nail polish
Veteran mc’s turned novice
No DJ’s just usb drives
I never did that in my damn life
They critique me for being too prolific
I’m sorry man I’m just so terrific
Morbid assholes are miserable
Can’t believe I paid a ticket for this, you must be a smooth criminal
Getting dissed by the alcoholics and beat nuts
Moved on out cos that whole scene sucks
Catch me back in your city for the redux
Been down on my last 3 bucks
And you never gave a hand
Meanwhile I’m always doing what I can
Fake friends need to pay me what they owe me
It’s only right
You ain’t gonna turn the venue to fright night
And to that Jackass who called me a fat boy
Take off the goofy chains and kill that noise
You already know
Suburbanite making Philly seem like a joke
You’re from bucks county you moron
Rapping in a shed
Don’t you ever let my name even pop up in your head
And if it does, then wake up and apologize
Before another junkie honky dies
The funky donkey never lied
I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got an Escalade and you know he stays paid
Still shining in the rain
I see you jockin Jay Dee cos he got a Cadillac and all his beats are phat
Chain swinging in the back like that
Sounding like extra percussion
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Summer '78
03:15
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It was the summer of ’78
I’d fill my bed with masturbate
You know you’re bringing me down
In my ear ringing is the sound
too young to have a girl running in my head
I wish now I’d been born dead
You know it’s true
I’m sniffing that glue
Dump your body on the lower east side
With pools of blood in my brand new ride
Now the cops found me out, on my trail without a doubt
I’m trapped inside this prison cell
Trapped inside this prison hell
Can’t tell what’s up or down
Pounds of flesh on the ground
With thorns in my crown
At night I drown
Wake up in cold sweats
Holding my breath
But the cars still sinking and the door won’t open and the seat belt’s stuck
Guess I’m down on my luck
Like a Holden Caulfield
They haunt me but they’re not real
Crawling up the walls in jail
In my palms were the nails
Set sail adrift memory bliss
middle of the ocean outer space inner abyss
Get off the trip happiness is a myth and we don’t even exist
It’s like that y’all and you just don’t stop
Prom night heard the gun go pop
And it’s still ringing in my ear
Everyday living in my fear
Girl you know you’re bringing me down
Girl you know you’re bringing me down
Girl you know you’re bringing me down
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April
02:27
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She packed my lunch and wrote me love notes
I made the donuts and came up with the rap quotes
Teaching the future of tomorrow
Learn to live with sorrow
A day late and a dollar borrowed
I’ll pay ya back
That same song and act
Where have you been all my life?
Dario Argento, master of the knife
Don’t close your eyes you’ll never sleep tonight
Darko Darko, beats beats beats
Nonstop banging between the sheets
But I ain’t the Isley Brothers
Or the Dudley Bros
I’m Darko The Super ho
Driving in my Escalade
My Ford 500 I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on Martine
It was all a dream
Then I met you
The picket fence, car payments, and trips to the zoo
Rescues from the dog pound
Life’s like a merry go around
It’s a small world after all
Spinning like a globetrotter basketball
She made dinner I did the dishes
I wouldn’t trade her for all the riches
You got me lifted like a skirt on madam mazel
The Super don’t kiss and tell
We could go to little Maggiano’s or Taco Bell
#7’s up in heaven
Triple 6s down in hell
Oh well
I wanna spend the day with you
Get my cake and eat it too
On the evening news
Stealing diamond rings
Let’s get married til the fat lady sings
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My Hoopty
03:26
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In my dented up hoopty parked on Rock Avenue
Sea foam green and she got a little attitude
No fuzzy dice just my parking permit
Passed inspection with it’s charm and wit
Been through a couple accidents and never got fixed
What I look like a Rockefeller?
I ain’t living uptown with the city dwellers
Inside smells like fast food fries
But that’s just how I like my ride
The door don’t close too good you got a slam it
But don’t you talk bad about my baby god damn it
Cos it might look spooky
But that’s my hoopty
16 years, 16 years
Made it through it all and it’s still in gear
Switched on Bach
No, I switched on the AC
Sure it’s loud but it beats the heat
Plus it only works on one speed
Super higher
Sounding like the engines on fire
Damn, got another flat tire
You could hot wire it
Just be sure to bring it back
Cos even though it’s junk, I’m still attached
Yeah, you might think it’s spooky
But that’s my hoopty
My under bucket
My Ford 500
Might’ve been in the video for Windowlicker
U don’t deserve this beautiful art bumper sticker
You could talk trash in your Cadillac
But in the backseat they call me daddy mack
Outkast on the radio
That’s 3 Stacks and Fat sacks blasting out my stereo
No chords or bluetooth just my CD collection
If your looking for Dilla beats I got a wide selection
America runs on Dunkin Donuts
My hoopty runs on fumes till it blows up
Always looking for a gas station
Didn’t even break down, homie that’s amazing
Cos sure it’s spooky
But that’s my hoopty
Yeah, it’s a hammy down
Got it from my honey bee she’ll always hold me down
Can’t wait to propose someday
My tank had a runny nose it almost ran away
But it always comes back
Nicknamed my whip the love shack
Cruising with Frank Zappa, Ruben and the jets
Cos when it rains you’re bound to get wet
Looking like a vet in my battle jitney
Me and my hoopty’s like Bobby and Whitney
Even money making New York City tried to tow her away
When it’s winter I keep the gloves in her like OJ
Yeah you might think it’s spooky
But that’s my hoopty
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I need a haircut too Biz, plus a straight jacket
Cos I got into show biz to be a babe magnet
Now my honey dip left and I’m on my own
In the crowded city feeling all alone
Used to live slow and wear pajamas
Step off stage as a bad mamajama
Bumping 3rd Bass not MC Hammer
My main man Slick, they just threw em in the slammer
Back in the day we read Ham on Rye
Listened to Donuts and watch heads fly
Now naturally they forgot where we came from
Dissing me, cos they think my names dumb
And my artwork sucks
Gonna get a real job and make some bucks
My work wife played that just a friend stuff
And I heard her nincompoop husband was a big tough man
Skateboards and robots became a thing of the past
Now in my younger days I used to sport a belly laugh
If I broke my arm, you would sign my cast
The funny farm closed, went home and took a bath
Electrocution is what it came to
But don’t worry homegirl, I don’t blame you
So don’t be mad at me
I’m alone again
Naturally
I need a haircut too Biz, with a chainsaw
I may not have conquered but I came and saw
The brain and all that it’s connected to
The oppression that were subjected to
The boombox that ejected you
Does the President even know we elected you?
The message through the bottle
Grab the Devil by the horns full throttle
Lightning striking twice ain’t too odd
When you’re looking for a sign from your god
The Diabolical
Hurdling the obstacle
Poetry in motion
Not another drop in the ocean
Spare us the cutter
Smooth like butter
A bad mother
Clean your mouth with soap
Abracadabra that’s that dope
Beats that are funky
Get ya hooked like a crackhead junkie with a monkey on his back
With the room spinning it’s hard to relax
Even with the birds and the bees
I’m alone again
Naturally
I need a haircut too
In the San Diego powdered blue
Benny and the Jets came and went, now there’s something new
Kenny and Ronnie moved to the concrete zoo
And I’m stuck living in a shoe
Nothing left to prove, bumming loose cigarettes
Can’t find work cos I ain’t Bob Digitech
But what did you expect
Life wouldn’t be so rough?
Punching through the speaker, pulling out the plugs
Dusted and feeling blue
My album ain’t gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
And buzzcut MC’s can’t handle that
Kicked out the band like Mick Jones from the Clash
Alone Again but that’s natural
Took a bite out the big apple
Got food poisoning
Can’t even enjoy the little things
I’m alone again
Naturally
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Neptune
03:21
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Back in the damn Acura
It's crazy how they come out their neck and bite like Dracula
Better saddle up
Rappers sounding like opera singers, me me me me
I’ll take this bat through your tv screen
Gimme a thousand dollars I'll show you the secret handshake routine
It's a dream to be this nice
The greatest show since Disney on ice
If you got lice you better use that special shampoo
In school the cruel kids called me Shamoo
Well look at me now
I'm tipping cows and flipping styles
And I don't gotta run a mile
Teacher, leave those kids alone ya big dope
Play this till your sound systems broke
I'm at where your sister went, peekaboo
Darko rode here on a Pikachu
I'm gonna need more O'douls in the green room
And a peach milkshake
Chick fi la hates gays but that sandwich is so good
Have ya dipping in and out the neighborhood
Flipping records and I’m up to nothing nice
Mr. Rogers with the fisher price
So cheap, I tell em no ice
Three blind mice they couldn’t see shit
Blew the house down on these police pigs
Pork chops, ham hocks, see me do the doo wop
Colorado omelet from iHop
Don’t throw syrup in a house made of pancakes
My mandate
Bring you into another mind state
And boy are my arms tired
Disarming the bomb don’t cut the wrong wire
That’s a fuse you don’t wanna blow
Mr. Furious, the powder keg
Don’t get pumped full of led
And I’m out like that
I got my get you now, the soundtrack
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
I got my Get-U-Now (we gonna Get-U-Now)
You got your Moesha?
You got your Indonesia?
You got your street sweeper broom?
You got your chronic, Neptune?
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Bill Bixby
03:08
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Don’t ask me what you know is true
I came through broken and blue
And you fixed me
Back to Bill Bixby
Don’t tell me just what to do
I came in open and new
And you judged me
You don’t love me
It’s like digging up the desert with a spoon
I felt as empty as a crescent moon
Missing my other half
Like rubber ducky’s in bubble baths
You got it bad
Burning ring of fire
Spinning like a tire
Down the dead end streets
Check to check making ends meet
On my ten speed like Donnie Darko’s opening credits
It’ll double the size of your heart if you let it
Upset tummies and toilet paper mummies
Wiping runny noses
Dead planets and red roses
White guilt and blue velvet
It’s your story you gotta tell it
That’s my philosophy
That’s your prerogative
The odyssey is omnibus
Married to the idea
Buried in the mind
I find it hard but Nirvana’s hard to find
Don’t ask me what you know is true
I came through broken and blue
And you fixed me
Back to Bill Bixby
Don’t tell me just what to do
I came in open and new
And you judged me
You don’t love me
It’s like mowing the lawn with a pair of scissors
Or eating a bowl of cereal with a fork
I think life’s too long but they say it’s too short
With E40 at the rappers ball
Can’t bounce back like a flat basketball
Under gloom and doom, mask and all
Open up her gifts or send em back
Dressed in black like miss Mary Mack
Closed casket funerals we broke our mirrors too
Chew your meat for you
Broken wings
Like a hole in the head of the king
It makes my heart sing
Do the jig, remove the fig to see the art
They’ll never tear us apart
Cos we all can fly
But some of us don’t know why
I’d ask but I don’t like to pry
Drunk driving with the catcher in the rye
Jaws of life caught you in a lie
If you won’t succeed then just don’t try
I only play the games that I win
If loving you is a sin then I’ll be in hell with a smile
After I walked 500 miles
And I would’ve done it again
Like Buzzy Linhart said, you gotta have friends
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Superb (cuts by Marcus)
03:26
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On a galactic cruise
Spastic boom
Rappers loom in bombastic doom
As the camera zooms
Focused in on auto tune
Daughters in bloom
Slaughter proof
Marauder at his fathers tomb
Barter with gloom
Before you become a martyr too soon
Old straw broom
Sweeping pieces of worm food
Third eye groomed
Cauterized wound
Horrified in the concrete zoo
Eyes suicide blue
My mind makes the sky move
Be careful who you lie to
Chemical burn fried you
Sliced and diced to mystery stew and smithereens too
Machine guns drew
Heads flew across the room
Turned the vocal booth to ooze and you can’t put that back together with glue
My art craft hacked and slashed in 2
Like crescent half moons
Cinder block shoes
Mutombo finger wags and things that dragged you as a bad youth
I make math move
6 to 9 and electric fuse fumes
As your booming and your booming and your booming in your jeep
Watch him peak through the peephole as you scream
Johnny’s out on bail man Johnny’s just a teen
Time to drop a jewel, leave a chain behind
My tapes stay at the beginning cos that’s how they rewind
Tony Stark in the cave
Phony narc’s at the rave
Go kart in the maze
Mark at the batting cage
Blown apart from rage
Kissed to god and blessed with sage
Night of the craze I was with lazy boy and the recliner
Mystery Men at the diner
China was a neat signer
Doubled up the script digits
Bubble goose, troubled youth, killer mongoose with it
Who could spit a dart from here to Manhattan and back
And come on the track with a feather in his cap
Thorns in his crown
When we ante up it’s time to lay it down
Paint the town red
Paint the door black
When it rains he could feel it in his thorzack
The Goretex jacket
The digital sex packets
Chick magnets
God save the queen
Sex Pistol shootout with the fiends
Ask your shrink what it all means
She don’t use jelly, she uses vaseline
Mezzanines are distant dreams
And I don’t have the time
When life’s too tricky I rock a rhyme
For when you're zooming and you're zooming and you're zooming in your jeep
Watch me peak through the peephole as you scream
Johnny’s out on bail man Johnny’s just a teen
Time to drop a jewel, leave a chain behind
My tapes stay at the beginning cos that’s how they rewind
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Gym teacher wanna single me out
Don’t you know I got low self esteem
On stage and they turned the lights on
Don’t you know I got a dream
Papa wasn’t a rolling stone
Papa sewn to the couch
I’m all alone cos I got self doubt
Therapy every week what do you think we talk about
Since the days of walk it out
Superman that hoe
I came to shake things up like a snow globe
You got Jordan’s, I got the BOGO
That’s Payless
You got name brands, I got rain checks
Gym teacher wanna single me out
Don’t you know I got low self esteem
On stage and they turned the lights on
Don’t you know I got a dream
Mama wasn’t a rolling stone
Mama wasn’t a Beatle
Mama taught me not to trust people
The evils that men do
The flowers I sent you
Get it together when the rents due
My arms bend back too
Last few years have been the best of my life
But I’m still depressed every night
An emotional roller coaster ride
You might call it suicide
Keep it all inside till it forms an ulcer
The size of a flying saucer
The reasons why I lost her
I’m such a sleeper
Saint peter cotton tail
Won’t you send me a dream
On the stage and they turned the lights on
Don’t you know I got low self esteem
Fuck cops, go teach gym
Quit your job and sleep in
Kill yourself and your radio
It’s the only other thing I know
Television living got you swimming in the linen
Mr. Sandman on your mind and you’re grinning
Drooling on a pillow, dying in your sleep
You’re such a negative creep
I’m in too deep
Guitar solo in the pool
Guess I ain’t going back to school
You’re all alone in the world
But you gotta open the shell to get the pearl
Don’t sweat the girlies
There’s no need for being early
In bloom, reproductive glands
Keep thinking you’re the fucking man
Ducking plans and staying home
Loneliness is a warm gun
All we want is a hand to hold
I’m mellow gold
I’m the china bus
I sold my soul
But they lied to us
I’m Girard ave
I’m pizza brain
I’m new years day
Mummers parade
I’m Joe’s steaks
I’m whiz cheese
I think I’m big Meech
I’m Wawa, hoagie fest
Super Bowl champs, best dressed
I’m street parking, I’m septa
At Brewerytown beats buying records
Off the shelf
I’m the liberty bell
I’m the crackhead giving you hell
What’s that smell?
I’m Fishtown
Put my thing down
Flip it and reserve it
Beautiful Art
U Deserve it!
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Hey Ladies
04:34
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When it comes to quarterbacking I’m Dan Marino
I’ll be with the flower punks in San Berdino
Pushing squares, dodging land mines
Darko put the D in the Hollywood sign
I sell dimes like rhymes
Keep cash but tell about when we were broker
On my landline watching Kurt Loder
Bout to pop like Orange soda
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still be
Don’t you know, America’s trying to kill me
I ain’t living silky smooth like a baby’s bottom
Bout to dye my hair rainbow like Dennis Rodman
Meet me in the middle, it tastes like skittles
I don’t rap in riddles like you question marks
Crying over your robot dog, it just won’t bark
Change the batteries
It never mattered to me
It’s not gonna happen to me
We heard that before though
Pizza delivery in the porno
Hey ladies
Hey ladies
You wanna ride in my Mercedes?
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Drinking on some of that top of the line Carlos Rossi
When loves hard to find I call up the posse
You got moxy, you got conviction
But can you spit a verse to big pimpin’?
Darko say it again and say it with feeling
Some days I ain’t living I’m just dealing
With the stress, no sess or the Buddha
Have you ever seen a panther maneuver?
Even smoother than Peter Pan peanut butter
Word to the mother
Sucking like a leech, it be the blood suckers
Won’t be on shell beach with the shine blockers
Won’t be stuffing me in no mind locker
That’s the brain police
Coffee breath and banality
Pizza grease on your new tie
I hope you tyrants know when it’s your time to die
Guillotine daydreams
Fascist fake mc’s
I piss on your 16’s
Like R. Kelly do
A hellish view
Cellular two ways
Wake up mongrels, it’s a new day
Mental midget morons
Decide what turf you’re on, word is bond
Hey ladies
Hey ladies
You wanna ride in my Mercedes?
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
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King of the Zoo (Outro)
03:38
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And you could be king of the zoo for a day
And you could go to the studio and get paid
And you could do the twist and the shout
But you still won’t know what it’s about
She don’t use jelly gel
Broken glass, Melle Mel
Pelle pelle bubble goose
Boy Scout with the noose
Butterscotch nike’s
Her fiancé wants to fight me
Unlikely stories
Deviation from the normy’s
Pour me another one
Double barrel shotgun
Numb but I’m comfortable
Life ain’t like the Huxtable’s
It’s a black door painted bed
A pale horse without a head
Dead!
And you could be king of the zoo for a day
And you could go to the studio and get paid
And you could do the twist and the shout
But you still won’t know what it’s about
I don’t need Star Wars
I don’t need Gil Scott Heron
I don’t need Kool Keith
I don’t need Laura Palmer
I don’t need Jay Z
I don’t need The Spits
I don’t need The Blackbyrds
I don’t need XTC
I don’t need Frank Zappa
I don’t need The Biz
I don’t need The Click
I don’t need INXS
I don’t need Ghostface
I don’t need Sir Mix a Lot
I don’t need The Flaming Lips
I just need what I need!
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Best Of The Flood Mixed By DJ Akiin
by Nowaah The Flood
supported by 24 fans who also own “The Meeting Place”
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Muerte de un Salvaje
by Observe since ‘98
supported by 24 fans who also own “The Meeting Place”
I think we're all gonna miss the savage series. this is definitely his best album to date with so many really dope tracks like the one I favorited. Track 13 was sick, especially at the end when 4ord just pulls out a gun and MURDERS THE BEAT
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PRIVATE STOCK
by Nowaah The Flood X DirtyDiggs
supported by 24 fans who also own “The Meeting Place”
This is old school & just damn, so smooth
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featured on Bandcamp Radio Dec 2, 2022
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BETWEEN THE LINES
by Da$H & SONNYJIM
Featuring appearances by Pink Siifu and $ha Hef, the new collab from Da$h & SONNYJIM pairs bleary beats with razor-edged bars.
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New Jersey rapper links with Dublin producer for a hard-hitting, old-school LP featuring Open Mike Eagle, Hemlock Ernst, and more.
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TRILL LIFE MATHEMATIKS II
by Nowaah The Flood x The Architect
