เนื้อเพลง The Brown Stains of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (Remix) - Tyler, the Creator

[Part 6 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Oh, you the motherf*cking man, huh?
Oh, you be f*cking b*tches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullsh*t that I don't need
I'm telling y'all n*ggas, y'all ain't f*cking with me
See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

[Part 7 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
Until my f*cking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o

[Part 8 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Can't a n*gga get some f*cking chaos in hurr?
I'm the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat like a kick and a snare
ScHoolboy's my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and f*ckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man
We been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them b*tches blue like that family went to the Dodgers
Solve em (Oh no!) you can't b*tch, I'm a problem
You get f*cked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that n*gga, meaning I'm two n*ggas, I'm schizo
Brent Lowe, my motherf*cking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my d*ckhole
And I don't really f*ck with you n*ggas, shout out to Jim Crow

[Part 9 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Don't get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the f*ck out my business
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, f*ck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, n*gga!)

[Part 10 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Boy, I'm a sicko, flaco n*gga, but kinda macho
Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
N*gga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
N*gga took the store from us, yeah, f*ck all of that
(Man, he really took the store)

[Part 11 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Crack a cracker with a barrel uh (Yeah)
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (Rag)
Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (Uh, sup cop)
Pants heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, n*gga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting passed, yeah
Ain't worried bout no n*ggas (N*gga)
Grieve over s*ckers (S*cker), gunpowder on my knuckles (Knuckle)
Call the ambulance (Ambulance), I'm from the era of crip walking
You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?

[Part 12 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
P*ssy boy you f*cked over, n*gga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump
My square homie's license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that kil'
Well who am I?