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Stina Nordenstam
02:20
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You could be big as Stina Nordenstam
Girl join the band
I know you got toys in your hand
I see you with 1%
You could have whole if you wanted
U.S.'s Most Blunted
In the store with my woes
Can't afford these new clothes
Ain't got enough for new records
Fuck all this weather
Seasonal depression
I know how it's ending
I wrote it my way
In the jeep Cherokee I'm feeling okay
Don't worry bout me
I'll get there someday
Riding to shows
I'm feeling alright
I ordered the sprite
You know I don't drink
But that's more for you
Englebert Humperdink
On the stereo
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
I'm losing my mind
Shooting the spine
Too fucking kind
I'm a new species
We could be Reece's
Best combination
Across the nation
It's so amazing
Gun in your mouth
Don't come to the south
Y'all ain't gonna rise
Face your demise
I'm painting the sky
Gaze into eyes
I'm dating her mind
I'll faint from the rhyme
Use up my powers
Generating took hours
Meteor showers
No one showed up oh well oh hell I don't know
Why try can't fly don't cry I'll die so
Slowed down no frowns whoa now let's just chill
Froze up know what hoes up a town down got killed
Still up build up will drown break down go
Where to shares due scary married to no
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Loser Too
02:45
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When I step up on that stage tell the crowd to shut up
I'm too good with these words have yah homie shut up
All I know if I die I'm the motherfuckin' super
It's too late for you losers from the non existent future
Oh my god oh my god if I die I'm a loser
Oh my god oh my god if I die I'm a loser
Son
How come I feel I could hold the sun
Darko he's the hopeless one
Believe that like a smoking gun
Hate me I'm your only son
I never asked to be born you all owe me one
Like the man who sold the earth
No self worth I'm as cold as dirt
You was at Holister folding shirts
I was rapping in the basement
Slamming on the pavement
Landed on planet Ogo
Tralfamadorian code
Though I'm so ugly
She calls me her honey
Ain't got no money
Silly microphone crumbs keep
Fucking the flow up
Sucking the dough up
Leaf blower blues
Lil B's shoes
BasedGod Thanks You
Made it cool to be broke
I'm losing my hope
Still loving my folks
For letting me breath
I'm down in the sea
Justify means
Eternal sunshine
Ethereal cereal
I found my mind
Here we go all I know
I'm feeling fine
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Suburbia
01:58
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Our love is God
Our love is Odd
Two peas in a pod
The reason is sane
Season’s do change
Leaves in the rain
See me in pain
Keep me by your side
Keep me alive
Save me the trip
Play it in the whip
Still pushing the chevy
Don’t yah wanna let me
Be yah tenderoni
Never get lonely
Sappy songs of the 90’s
Glitches in the matrix
You know where to find me
Salivating at a pay check
In the summer we rode our bikes
To you lover I owe my life
Don’t deny it
Quiet as a riot we kept
Catching frogs by the pond
And it goes on & on
Slipping slide on the lawn
It was my 10th birthday
Double digits finally
First time being thirsty
And you quenched it
Kissed me like you meant it
Girl
I got something on my mind
And it’s you
All the time
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Motherfuckers never loved us
Motherfuckers never love
Till yah name on that shirt airbrushed and yah soul turned to dust
Holding on to that crush with every flow I bust I'm never growing up
Nobody listens to my new shit
Nobody listened to my old shit, think I give a fuck
They on them token drugs
I'm on that anti folk my pen soaked in blood
Like Nicky Santoro
I'm taking it back to the 5 Burroughs
Just to get busy
I keep it heavy, you more Thin Lizzy
Treat your record like a frisbee
Here's a quarter for the suicide booth in Futurama
You can't handle the truth you blame it on Obama
Take Zappa's advice and stay with your momma
Punani, punani
I’ve heard of poontang but not no punani
That’s word to papi and whoever would follow me
Lost in this odyssey
Bill Hicks is Christ yes that’s my philosophy
Networking my ass off never believed in no lottery
The best out right now possibly probably
Fuck Confucius, plato and socrates
BasedGod in 3D
Your little cousin can’t see me
On this mic device I’m too nice I’m a new species
He is the shit, at least he’s the feces
That’s baby mice, that’s beans and rice, lean and sprite
Parking lot pimping, car stop, rims keep spinning
I’m in the PT Cruiser bruiser yellow punch buggy no punch backs
Back then they called me hunch back, now I’m hot they up on that
Like Das Racist
Who the kid? Darko the Super rich
In friendships and ice cream
Peanut butter inside, Peter Pan seats
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Started from the bottom now I’m here
Started from the bottom now my whole team Richard Gere
I done kept it real since jump street
Living at my parents house eating all they lunch meat
I done gave credit where it’s due
Don’t worry about me I gets enough food
And I started from the bottom now I’m still
Rapping in the bedroom, fuck Max Headroom
Started from the bottom now I’m still
Jacking beats off sound cloud
Working at Ground Round
I done kept it real from the start though
Stole my whole persona from Donnie Darko
Peace to Richard Kelly I hope it don’t sue me
Had this since recess playing sewy
Circle circle dot dot you got the cooties
Now
Started from the trailer park, taking acid in the dark
Boys tell stories bout The Man
Blame it on capitalism never take a stand
Uncle sam calling me like where yah at?
Finally got a job now you gone get taxed
See here’s why I’m mad
I’ve been living out a box while they pimping on a yacht
Cos I started from the womb
Now I’m in a bag
Tried to sell rocks to cop a jag
Ho’ing out myself try to be up in the mag
But I started from the bottom now I’m here
Same damn place with the cops in my rear
Angel on my shoulder, satan in my ear
Cos I’m at rock bottom yeah I’m here
At rock bottom man I fucking hate it here
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Tell em all my favorite hobbies
Waiting in the lobby for therapy
All yah need now is a little clarity
Ultra rarity
Yah tuned in to the super
Call em when something’s wrong with your computer
Or yah need yah plumbing fixed
And that’s about the sum of it
First time I learned a dirty word was through that CD
Or maybe it was my dad yelling at the TV on football sunday
Begged not to go to school every monday
Then the summer came
Purple Rain
Another game to numb the pain
Collecting all my change
Going fishing at the lake
All I ever caught was seaweed
Grandma fed me those Reese’s
And the eggs with the shells
Fallsington taught me well
Cos some kids wearing thorns in their crowns and everything ain’t alright
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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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