Darko the Super & MF Grimm - D-40 (Music Video)

Описание: D-40 from the new Darko The Super album "Beware of Bob" produced by MF Grimm. Out everywhere on February 24th for Twin Peaks Day.

https://uddtba.bandcamp.com/album/bew...

Lyrics:
Stick to the rules and regulations
Wake up and smell the bacon
Tell satan not today
From the bay to Rockaway
Since the cradle like Dr. J
Easy as Sundays
I’m seasoned like Lowry’s
Alister Crowley
Knows all about me
Cos I’m already creased
I don’t need no iron
Disturbing the peace
Like police sirens
KRS the teacher on your speaker firing
Lyrical darts
You went to miracle mart
Looking to buy a vowel
You’re in denial now
You can’t stop the reign
I’m the king of style
The mail man cometh like Karl Malone
Federal expressway, payday loans
Ricky Ricardo, Lucy I’m home
Kramer on the movie phone, you listening too slow
Disco robot judo chop
Francisco space doo doo pistol pop

Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go

Go on with your bad self
Gator belts and Patty melts
Put that shit back on the shelf
Cos shotgun shells are bad for your health

I be more hipper than a hippo
Down in Philly with Diplo
Cooler than a polar bears big toe
Superman and Krypto
Listening to Dilla Dawg
Don’t play the wall
Get involved
Swag surfing with your billabong
Going up in smoke like Tommy Chong
The radio should play more Jay Electron
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Victimless crime
Too Short still a pimp in his prime
Drop Megatron bombs more faster than you blink
They called him 40 water cos he liked to drink
40 ounces
Creativity boundless
You tall can faces never could appreciate greatness
Or have faith in the ancient ways of the sacred rap supreme
Make you wanna drink gasoline
You better keep the aluminum in deodorant
Uncle Charles was a vocalist
Love Potion #9 Shuggie Otis
You better take notice
Like Dilla’s Ruff Draft track 13
Before we grab ya with the tractor beam

Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go

Go on with your bad self
Gator belts and Patty melts
Put that shit back on the shelf
Cos shotgun shells are bad for your health

Jesus had dreads
Going straight to fed ex
Breast fed movie stars
Dents in my hoopty car
Spent rent at the nudy bar
Read the block brochure
Never rock the pompadour
Pull the plug cut the cord
Used to play a Korg in the band on the run
world in my hand and writing rap was fun
Now Batman’s got a gun
And the sweet turned sour
Played the beat for an hour
Wrote about how to take back the power
From the junkies and the donkeys and the elephants and skeletons with wish bones
Marinating on the corner with a chip in his phone

With your bad self running things
With your bad breath onion rings