Lil Darkie
Genocide (Part 5)
All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go!
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane, n***a, punch all your peers, ayy
Pick the kid up, n***a, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
For the tribe, do it for the tribe n***a, or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside, n***a, 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, n***a, what you want?
I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucka n***a 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, n***a, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane, n***a, punch all your peers, ayy
Pick the kid up, n***a, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, if you not why you here?
Go, go, go
One, two, one, two, three, n***a
Bitch, I'm killing everyone
Bitch, I'm causing a genocide
Fuck these rapping n***as, they capping
Tap in, pretend to slide
Bitch, I'm in the field like a soldier, I'm making fucking moves
Made of paper, n***a, I'll fold ya, roll ya, and tuck in smooth
N***as 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