RIGHT ON - Lil Darkie

Something to draw

Need something to write on

I see electricity in the pylons

Look at it running the race

Everything you doing erased

What it feel like?

Hit wit the mace

Tight pace

What I’m keeping

Got the reaper on me

Like you

What the hell would I be

Without it

If you think it shout it

Lost my mind

I think I found it

Away

Live to fight

Another bright day

I am god

So why would I pray

You are god

Above a white page

The creator

Maker of rage

Painter

Paint the canvas

I ate the mantis

I saved the pandas

I hate they brand us

Can us like some kampbells

Jesus had no socks under his sandals

I can’t ride a bike without the handles

I can’t ride a scooter have a tutor

Shoot the Buddha eat some gouda

Say it ruder, tell who did I trample

Ramble

On about some nonsense

I’m unconscious

I don’t have cricket for a conscience

Kelp forest where the magic conch is

Violent crucifying like I’m Pontius

Pilate flying high above Olympus

She’s an angel give that bitch a nimbus

Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers

How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?

Image in yo head is how I want it

Finish on the bed and lie upon it

(Right on)

In the car it moving fast

Foot up on the gas

Everything we tend to pass

Leave it in the past

I know what my momma asked

I just didn’t answer

Got her foot up on the dash

She my tiny dancer

She my tiny dancer

Move it hula girl

Not a girl wit cuter curls

Imma stack these commas

We could be like the Obamas

We could rule the world

Baby girl just pick a country

Ain’t worried bout no money

Ain’t worried bout nobody

Fast

Foot up on the gas

Everything we tend to pass

Leave it in the past

I know what my momma asked

I just didn’t answer

Got her foot up on the dash

She my tiny dancer

Breaking breaking down the gas

Don’t want smoke want cancer

You could you could you could ask

You can’t get me canceled

Shake it shake it shake ya ass

How it in yo pants too?

How he do it?

You could ask

Grip this pen no pencil

Baby baby baby girl

Shake that ass for a nigga

I’ll give you the world

Man I love it how you bend yo back and make it curl

Yeah I put that necklace on yo shit like pearls

Yeah I cook that rock I stir it make it twirl

Troubled kid with the troubled mind

Troubled kid with the troubled past

In the trouble I grew up fast

In the rubble I sit my ass down

I’ll smoke you like I smoke that grass

I broke him like I broke that glass

I dropped out I aint go no class

Had to cut off a lot friends

Had to cut off a lot of people

Cuz lots of people round me were evil

Cuz lots of niggas were weak and feeble

Om

Thank

God that I got out alive

My momma never lost faith in my mind

Let it out

When I was young

I used to play with legos til the morning sun

I used to play with legos now it’s boring son

No one would play with me I’m the foreign one

He ain’t had no butthole so I tore him one

I didn’t know what a country was now I’m touring one

All I wan' do is get on tracks I was born to run

In the field I grip that stick it’s a hole in one

Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun?

Rat-a-tat-tat

Grip that gat and push his hat back

Is yo momma proud of you now?

No she’s not this much is true now

(Right on)

Right on

As you go, remember this: where is Yin there is always Yang