Lil darkie - GENOCIDE (PT. 5) lyrics

Sometimes all you need to do is
Hop on the subway and go
Go

Let your brain leak out of your ears, yuh
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 somethin' vile, takin' people
Ain't no lie
I know, we should smile bigger
Because we will die
Momma, why we die? Tell me, momma
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, do not 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 your 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 dyin' to pipes
I won't front, nigga what you want?
I just wanna see you stunt on
These hatin' ass sucker nigga cunts
Kick it punt, I don't fuck with runts
One-one-seven killin' grunts
They in Heaven when I hunt them
I hit him then he

Let his brain leak out of his ears, uh
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, uh
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 killin' everyone, bitch
I'm causin' a genocide
Fuck these rappin' niggas, they
Cappin', tap in
Pretend to slide
Bitch, I'm in the field like a soldier
I'm makin' fuckin' moves
Made of paper, nigga, I'll fold ya
Roll ya and tuck it smooth
Niggas wanna talk, I don't have the time
I be on the block, meditatin'
Makin' rhymes
Uh, you be hella hatin', got no cock
Got no spine
There ain't no debatin', do not talk
Make a line
Bi-Bi-Bitch, I keep it on me
Like commie or an American
I ain't smokin' 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 slappin'
I'm killin' every man

Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah
Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah

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