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Oh, No! It's Darko

by Darko The Super

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They spit me out Motherfuckers, spit me out Poser punks Faking the funk And all that junk They don’t wanna start none with the Dark one I’ll choke you with your own intestines You sucker of Satan’s cock You have nothing to brag about You’re stuck inside a box Where you’ll rot for all eternity You ain’t shit but a herb to me My opinion’s don’t mean a damn thing, neither do yours I rhyme cos it’s in my heart, you do it cos you’re drunk and bored Get the fuck out of town, or duck down! I ain’t playing around Nobody knows what it’s like to be the super, to be the loser Behind blue eyes, behind a computer Get a new hobby, carbon copy It’s the dawn of a new age Wake up and step out the cave Vanilla skies and no more pain I’ll shoot the shit out of your internet Dennis Leary’s a bitch Like those fuckers asking if they played Lynyrd Skynyrd yet I may have to start a fight at this open mic, it’s only right You bastard’s don’t deserve the stylings of Darko I’ve come so far yet so far to go If you praise money you’re a fucking hoe Yes you, with the guns and dope Idiotic, moronic, satanic, whores Who could have everything and still want more Soon there’ll be a ban on helping the poor That filthy devil’s winning and it’s time to settle the score I mean no harm, only change Not saying I wanna hold arms and chant around a flame You oblivious, stuck on one side of the spectrum hippie With that attitude things’ll only get more shitty I feel fear, I feel sadness To feel nothing but happy would be madness Appreciate the miserable times as much as the good I think Jesus said something like that, and if not, he should I’m just a bitter motherfucker with a lot of anxiety Sent out some applications but hope nobody hires me I’m sensitized to rejection Lying in my bed of depression It’s never-ending, it’s nothingness I wanna sleep for infinity and beyond, kick the bucket list Put it in a song I think of all day long, till I hate it Your children are overrated, you should’ve masturbated If that’s the future, you can decapitate me now I’m throwing in the kitchen sink and the towel If I’m lying, I’m flying As you can see my feet are on the ground Oh, No! It’s Darko, with a mean mug and a frown You could meet me in purgatory it’s going down BET could suck my dick Hot 97 could suck my dick Justin Bieber could die in a ditch Lil Wayne can eat shit with his ice grill Bill Hicks is my lord and savior Frank Zappa had it right about love
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You make me feel the earth at my feet/ take me down to the sycamore tree/ which made me a more sicker MC/ I get what I need not what I want/ life is a cunt and I hate her/ I'm a dunce and a chronic master batter/ Shoot me in the face put me down/ Sleeping in a fancy crown Drive me down to the corner store I need fake headphones and a bag of chips/ I'm all that and a flaming bag of shit Cut me off completely/ destroy all my art/ home is where you deep fried my heart/ top of the charts Baby, baby you drive me nuts/ I got an igloo and a wood chipper just for us/ ice cold so cool/ fresh pack a gum/ I look at you and drool/ I'm so dumb or maybe happy/ probably not/ I'm so sappy/ I'm a snot/ drops of rain on my head/ I'm a nun, they call me sister sledge You'll never tell me how I feel/ diving into slime/ just signed my deal/ Road kill in the middle of the street/ I'm driving round town in a truck full of meat and it stinks/ what a hot day to go out play with you/ I'll be the young dude you can be the noose, I know you always wanted to
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Only A Fad 02:48
Tell me everything that I wanna hear Crack open a cold ass beer I step to you with a gravy train Your mouth is bigger than your whole brain Keep telling myself that I'm alright Another mother fucking lie She don't love me She don't want me She won't touch me I'm so ugly She won't hold me She just scold me I'm sick of this shit It's so bologna She's totally gorgeous I'm going insane She's totally morbid I forget my name Darling, won't you forgive me Living to die, why do I see? Oh yeah, I guess it makes me cry When I'm king you're all gonna fry Shot in the leg My leg is a bone I'm just a housewife She's not a home
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Don't let me in your little club I know I'm ugly I don't give a fuck Nothing left to do but kill myself Drink a six pack in the alley of hell I'm shooting up behind Walmart I think I got the fleas All day I dream about loving you Do yah even think of me? I got a burnt turkey sandwich I got my mind made up Enough of these Advil's And I'll never wake up You'll be my last headache You'll be my last heartbreak You'll be my worst mistake You'll be much too late The city's gonna eat you New friends don't wanna meet you The plastic people are see through Anti social freak show Get a job asshole Your dreams aren't gonna come true Let go before you're consumed No coming back from a true love Breakfast & a burnt copy of Donuts Fuck my life, touch myself
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That's shame on me Use your brain and you will see She's way out of your league Robot man blowing all the leaves I saw her before you Fists stuck to my hips with glue Superstar, clear yet so far I'm falling in the well Ran dry and smelled So sad Please sign my cast In the someday when we're cats Maybe we could make some sense of it and laugh True words have been spoken but I'm broken with no chance Her eyes are waterfalls I'm chasing Possibly too impatient Stomach pains spray painted faces Grinning at me Sinners are happy Special people lick the sun Reach up kick the gun Sirens of tomorrow glow A real horror show Take me to another day Where me and my mother played I don't wanna have these attacks Jump out the window never coming back That's shame on you A heart black and blue I know the feelings are so true Where does it go? The water's disgusting but I gotta know Do you like me at all? I wrote you and you didn't call I'm in a never ending spiral and it's all thanks to you my love The goddess of my dreams Angel yet a human being With hair and skin of gold To touch her would be paradise I know The heavens made you for this earth to admire So come on baby light my fire We'll sink into ourselves Take me out of this livid hell where the cat piss does dwell Choke it out of me Every doubt in me I'm absorbed by you In debt and totally consumed
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Change 03:36
This world left my heart cold That's when I found Darko Picked up the mask, scratched off the barcode Covered in dreams like Flint Marko Lost in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans America, the pharaoh of the fiends This river ain't what it seems His liver is painted green She got graffiti where she never been kissed Peace treaty for the newly enriched Crisp like that check in ya pocket I ain't got a pot to piss in or a closet to clean out Collecting change in this defeated mind state Meet their quota just to up the crime rate Land of the free, home of the brave Stand on my feet, thrown in the maze Gaze into the future with your thousand yard stare Claimed to be super but we're hardly prepared Scared to be afraid in this losing human race Faith is all but gone I'll write this song on your face and make you say it all day long Came from the bottom now I'm underneath it If I told you a secret, could you keep it? Basic instructions, you should read it This is all nonsense I'm a false prophet Poor and conscious Yelling in our ears like we're deaf There's nothing wrong with the capitalism It's all in your steps It may seem they're walking on water While you're falling in shit But we're all one climbing out this ditch
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(Pyramid) Picturesque view from behind the wheel I'll send you a post card. I'm pushing vouges down the boulevard. Vogue on em. Pose for them camera pose ass niggas its the rose carrot gold from unknown. Pyramid alegience through the flesh and bone matter. After throne title niggas rarely challenge god. Holding false idols on a pedestal. My niggas is religion been the subject and the predicate invading your home and travel playlists. Fix a plate and do the dishes when the guests arrive at dinner time. Suit and tie doing 95. I-69. The Flow divine. Lyrics innertwine with the rhythem feel the vibe or get found inside of ditches mentality. NRK that's everyday. Until the grave. Family. Crest on chest be magnet to the cash in the stash away. Next to the stash. Next to the blast away. River weather Grey outside my window pane. Rain fx. Visions of making it out these Pyrex projects. We Smoking doja in the dojo. Never ducking po po. In the low low driving slow she slip off her manolos. Perfume coco. Match frames to shade acid eyes. Actually trippy. You drunk and acting like you juicy j. we Blowing skunk and purple haze. Don't think you won't catch the fade. Catch you out of line we gon let them tools. sarinade. Resonate. Vacate local tropical. Started from the bottom layer now we epidermal glow topical. (Darko) Find me on the Rodney Dangerfield show, ahead of my time, go with the flow, embedded in the mind, driving down route one, playing that jazz, call me Jim Cunningham cos I’m so rad, mack’ing the cuties with the automatic bazooty, so what sue me, clue me in, maybe you could ask Marvin, what’s really going on? starving for a Darko song, one more false move and they all gone Never see me with a floozie at the mall, I’m watching foreign movies with the subtitles on, you ain’t in the game till you got a thousand tracks, rap snitches bragging 'bout selling crack, not the super, you live vicariously through your computer, you ain’t the future of shit, you’re just David Porter, How’s your sister? it’s been a few weeks since I pork’d her, I’ll take a spiked bat and bang them shits, straight torture Jailor man and Sailor Sam searching everyone, but they won’t find me, I’m Mr. Jones, spun the naked gun, but I’m home alone, hold the phone, slap the ice cream cone out yah hand, should’ve known I’m the man, working on it like the worst band in the world, gets necklaces and pearls, I want my quarter, 2 dimes and a nickel back, do yah math or be wiggity whack, ever more sicker perhaps, a dull boy like Jack, in Payless Shaq’s You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna do something You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna be something
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Look at me I ain't dead Look at me Did ya hear what I said? Look at me I'm alive Look at me I survived Look at me I hate myself Look at me I wanna die Look at me My album's don't sell Look at me It's not unusual to see me cry Look at me I'm broke as fuck Look at me Got no hope or luck Look at me I once slit my wrist Look at me They thought I was a bitch Look at me Too much of a pussy for suicide Look at me I could've proved em all wrong Look at me But I never died Look at me Cos I put it in a song See you can be what you want Though I know life's a cunt Don't kill yourself to fall in love Got heartburn? Then take a Tums Get off them drugs girl, get off them drugs Maybe you can treat reality as what it was We can stop being washed away We can rot in the endless decay The choice is yours to make a mistake They stole my pizza and basketball It doesn't get easier after all Shooting up behind Taco Bell Where the whores and Sears poncho's sell Make a friend in the aftermath Shoot the shit and have a blast Where'd the sun go off this time? 1-800-273-8255
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Restraint, I never learned it My brain, I think I burnt it Insane, plus I'm so nervous I'm chained, to being worthless It's raining churches chicken My pain deserves it's sickness I tried to play it straight I cried now she hates my face How could she be this cruel Now I must play the fool Find my fathers gun The time has finally come It's been my life's dream Dead as the world is mean Thorns poking my skull I was born too fucking dull I'm not champagne, I'm shit There's no way out this ditch Love's but a chemical Says the philosopher and poet No thought is identical And everyone knows it Hear I am wasting time While your fucking with my mind
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Promise Land 02:12

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"Friday, I felt listless. Saturday, I sought for indulgence. Sunday, I found Darko. The chemistry is religious and the religion is just right. It can all be found on the new album “Oh No! It's Darko”. Darko The Super and Doc Heller, both combine and create the figurehead, completing this Holy Trinity for the cult hero of the Hip Hop world – Evan Souza. With two monikers, Evan Souza is releasing his latest album under the pseudonym Darko The Super and using Doc Heller to produce it. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Already Dead Tapes and Records is happy to release another experimental hip hop album and to add another prodigious musician to the Already Dead family.

But what of the City of Brotherly Love and Darko The Super's relationship with it? With the news reports of statistical findings that we've all been hearing of Philadelphia's crime rates - it is certainly an ironic mixture to have such a pleasant title as “The City of Brotherly Love.” Darko The Super represents a true voice of someone who does more than notice insecurities in a complicated world. He represents a truthful form of expression. Lyrics that show the modern age of our generation; honesty for self-indulgence, anger towards undeserving pop stars and the wave of depression that moves from sincerity to art form back to sincerity. As far as the music goes, think MF Doom mixed in with early Beck raps and Minnesota-based Eyedea's freestyle form. If you're into supporting musicians who keep on keeping on and show no signs of stopping – this is an album for you.

Features guest spots from Homeboy Sandman, Pyramid Vritra and Dudley Perkins."

-Ray Jackson, Already Dead Tapes, 2014

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released November 25, 2014

Produced by Doc Heller
Released by Already Dead Tapes

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Darko The Super Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Darko the Super is the weirdo rap superstar alter ego of Evan Souza. Born in the bosom of suburbia in 1993, Darko the Super wrote his first song at the tender age of 5. A prolific mad genius on the beats and microphone, also the mastermind behind indie label, U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art. ... more

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