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Darkside de la SOUL

by STNR!

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released 10 August 2011
written recorded mixed and all that bullshit by me. right in my bedroom.

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#ALLCAPS means GO BIG OR GO HOME. it means stand out and be different and do it proudly. it means all this lowercase noise you're used to is getting tossed aside.

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Track Name: Lif Toff
there are no lyrics. lyrics are for songs. this isn't a song. or an intro really. its more of an experience.
Track Name: V for.... ft. SOUL
STONERS home but for now just call me SOUL
you aint tippin on them toes, creepin’ everybody knows
[yeah so] well so now i have to let you go
[what you mean] well its ver cause i’m gonna smoke the O.


anywho, i’m about to kick ya buckets
take your fucking sound a duck it i dont wanna hear yo ruckus
kickin tuckus muffukas suck my dick and my butkus
you really wanna be a slut? here you can slut this.


take my dick and give it a lil kiss then,
take your writs and give em a lil slit. and
wait to bleed out, so you can fit in
with the inn crowd, cause i’m different.

no matter how you slice it normalcy is dead to me
including but not limited to acts of infidelity
which by the way should probably be a mother fucking felony
seeing how you stuck me with the bill.... bellamy.

cousin skeeter ass biddies i swear
point me out some sophisticated women i’m there
long as everybody know i keep the weed in the air
and her nails are on point for the fingers in my hair.

i’m out of this fucking world and in need of another planet
because every girls a hoe, including maria janet
now these bad knee bitches say the really can’t stand it
oh well ya’ll killed it, thats why chivalry vanished.

tryna blame us, ain’t that something,
ya’ll be out like, [i don’t got a man] frontin’
knowing full well you just weekend dumped him
cause thats whats girls do nothing new about nothing.

ya’ll some great seekers ever better hiders
shorty was a my rider but an ever better liar.
m y favorite was i’ll call you in the morning babe i’m tired.
{ yeah } park that story elsewhere, the meter has expired


meeting has adjurned, but ya’ll a never learn
if i gave you the world you’d probably hate the way it turned
you love the look of fire, but you hate the way it burns
so you call the shit a vase even though is just an urn.

get in .
Track Name: Reverse Cowgirl ft SOUL & DASH
SOUL: ripping these bowls, cereal killer
no cameras or questions i’m serial nigga
just to make it clear i’m searing you niggas
they’re deaf you’re mute nobodies hearin’ you niggas.

DASH: militant and ever vigilante im steady killin it
while pissin on the track cause i really do not give a shit.
and i’ll cut your hands off if i hear that you aint feelin this.
i’m feeling sick about to yak the truth up on you little kids.

SOUL: im about whatever no fake no drake get baked
eat cake dice shake risk take for that bread make.
kush for the that ache. purp when your back hurts.
just ask first they’re rolled when you’re ready.

DASH: shout out to the jet setters and the bed wetters
hope it gets better bottom bunkers underneath the weather.
i can say whatever ALLCAPS motherfuck forgetters.
pick your favorite line, doesnt matter all of em are clever.

SOUL: you can call me SOUL like the bottom of your toes
sloppy high like a fro when the corn comes out the rows.
i was born without a woe, and so i’m never feeling low
***which is why i’m always thrown just in case you didn’t know

DASH: you can call me DASH like a nigga moving fast
but you know i’m moving slow, cause i’m always on the grass.
like a cow and i’m black and white, how about that.
how about it i’ll blow a stack in a week copping halfs

STNR!: you’re boy STONER came through for some lunch
i be HIGH noon and ya’ll goons just brunch
spitting like a typhoon or a leaky cunt
squeeky clean these geeky teens’ll never beat me to the punch.


SOUL:i like creepy beats, used to be a sneaker freek
now i keep it nerdy but i am not saying beeker geek
i just wanna sleep a beat, wake and bake rinse repeat
mincing meat fuck your beef, *i will grind it down to keif

DASH: nigga please you’ll get smoked like weed
and fast by dash anthrax when i sneeze
when i spit its diseased, HIV’d, mixed with speed
laced with coke best you know not to stand by me.

SOUL:that niggas crazy i legit wouldn’t test em
he ain’t stressin smith and wessons her totes ulterior weapons
pulls em out over nothing no bluffin nigga theres no guessin
what’ll set em off best get lost, ‘for ya learn ya lesson


DASH: one warning ya’ll don’t get two, stomping on you female shitzuhs
no shit i’ve got issues,
you was tryna diss who? petey with the pistol?
even though his aims quite strange he wont miss you

STNR!: and im just here smoking weed watching these
two niggas that, nobody can see, rap for me
STONERS home, eyybody clap for me.

ALL 3: ALLCAPSBITCH.

STNR!: its locked. im the only one that has the key

i’m down to cause catastrophe katrina style wild, so they ask for me
bastard please. they pay me like a half a ki,
and your not even half of me. remember when ya’ll laughed at me?
now i pass you death notes notes (waits whats cadaver mean?)

(you guys?.... no seriously, what does it mean?)
(you guys?)
(.....fuck)