An Abstract Journey Through Space On The Fonkmobile

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DarkoTheMastermind take you on "An Abstract Journey Through Space On The Fonkmobile." In this soulful experiment delving into funk and hiphop you have no choice but to sit back and enjoy the scenery, while the funky rhythm's blast out the Fonkmobile's system.

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released 01 January 2013
Written by DarkoTheSuper
Produced by DOC Mastermind
Artwork by Yusef Nathaniel

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tags: abstract doc mastermind darko electronic experimental fonk funk hip hop hip-hop/rap journey rap soul space

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Track Name: Cut My Head Off
Cut my head off bury it in the sand/ place some daffodils in my hand/ I'm lost without you where do we go/ when that sands all covered with snow/ I'll fall in love with your bottomless pit

Cut my head off put it in the closet/ found some change in my pockets/ I'm stuck without you what do I do/ when that closets filled with rotting food/ I'll fall in love with your bottomless pit

Cut my head off bury it in the dirt/ spent that change for all that its worth/ I'm blind without you where do I go/ when that dirts all covered with snow/ I'll fall in love with your bottomless pit

Cut my head off throw it in the trash/ I knew this love would never last/ I'm fucked without you when will I die/ when my face is covered with flies/ I'll fall in love with your bottomless pit/

So take my head out the sand/ I got some choice words for the man/ as the crabs bite at my ear/ microphone all covered with fear/
Get my head out of the closet/ burned a hole right through my wallet/ threw it in the kitchen sink/ I'm trying too hard not to think/ digging my head out of the dirt/ been doing so since birth/ find my mind in the trash/ call the cops hope they come fast/ I'm fucked in the worst way/ Searching for my body the rest of my days
Track Name: Love Me Lady
Love me lady/ oh sweet sady/ I'm going crazy/ insane in the cerebellum/ the funkiest if you can smell em/ quite hellish in fact/ sell it for wax to stack/ as he sat in the back of the class/ day dreaming of sunny/ not about all the money/ just happiness/ glad to get all he could handle/ candle light dinner/ I'm a sucker I'm a sinner/ I'm a loser I'm a winner/ beginners luck/ knuck if you buck/ draped in velvet/ hate is selfish/ the devils a bitch/ a boy or a lady I don't know which/ like bobby brown/ I'm a rob the crown/ I wonder what is going down on this side of town/ it's alive on the underground/ if she ever comes around/ I drown my head in the lost and found/ gouge my eyes out/ look for a hide out/ oh captain oh captain/ I'm losing myself/ blacking out at the gates of hell/ who drawn on my face/ trying to pawn the human race/ gotten so used to last place/ it's a rotten disgrace/ I'm lost in space/ floating away with a keyboard/ feeling like eyore/ sad and depressed/ I'm a bad ugly mess/ consumed by stress/ they got my mind soul and body/ ain't afraid of no 12 gage shotty/ so kill me now/ build me down/ break me up/ hate it or choose to love
Track Name: Funky Electric Tea
True rhyming/ y'all some Lou diamonds/ I'm bumping dick hyman/ good luck your never find em/ digesting minds regenerate the power/ never die like the plastic flowers/ leave the beat devoured with sweet and sour/ sauce, now who got the gall/ to pray and pray for my downfall/ word to all of y'all/ I'm coming ruff rugged and raw/ front and get punched in yah jaw/ Won't let your parade rain through my cloud/ safe to say what escapes my mouth/ drained in days of doubt/ till I make my way out, the maze and one day be proud/ or remain insane, when it rains it pours/ make yah stain your drawers/ hi kids do you like violence and gore/ weird science and more/ well steal money from your mom and come to our tour/ promise you won't be bored/ to death like ray Hueston/just duck down and stay shooting

Hit em with the live effects

Now what's next on the scene/ little old me flipping the rhyme schemes/ don't whine and scream with your bad self/ cos it's bad for yah health/ just go for delf/ your rein on the top was short as elves/ acting like your shit don't smell/ rapping but your shit won't sell/ bragging bout yah wack as lp/ smacked him and he crapped him self b/ I'm mighty healthy/ like polmegranate/ it's the mutherfucking super god damnit/

Yo his dip tried to tell him/ Ooh your like sun/ chasing all of the rain away/ when you come around you bring brighter days/ your the perfect one for me and you forever will be/ he told her, I will rock this microphone always/

I hold the mic like brothers hold their girls tight/ but I ain't after her/ probably your Acura pearl white/ out for the nut? Watch it the squirrel bites/ I'm on the turn pike/ bumping ode to road rage/ at a slow pace/ for yah own sake/ the flows great as frosted flakes/ the flavor I create/ could put them killer ants in your pants/ come on dance with the dark one/ keep it raw till my hearts done beating/ whether its this evening/ or never/ wack emcees should know better, then to fuck with me/

We dropping labotamy beats/ to get you out of your seats/ the freak off the leash/ drinking electric tea/ cos I'm funky and I know it/ got no money and I'm hopeless/ but I still rock the beats and the microphone/ call me up baby when you all alone

cos I'm funky and I know it/ got no money and I'm hopeless/ but I still rock the beats and the microphone/ call me up baby when you all alone
Track Name: 8BIT Love
She ruined my summer/ never got her number/ I'm alone in this misguided world/ falling fast for another girl/ but I don't know when I'll find myself again/ I'm lost without you by my side/ come with me and roll the die/ I could stare at you for hours on end/ but I don't know when/ I'll find myself again/ I'm lost without you by my side/ all I'm asking is for one night/ alone with you in your room/ with the plastic flowers/ and the Vango on your wall/around her I feel so small/

Love me/ leave me
Lust me/ kill me
I love you/ fuck you
Broken and blue

Singing softly off key/ head over heals/ numb with nothing to feel/ can't tell what's real/ I'm going crazy/ made you a mix cd won't you play me/ lethargic daze/ should of never started the maze/ the sky is grey/ left me wondering why I pray/ god is gay/ the devils a beautiful women/ and I'm sinking slow even though I shouldn't/ she looks so good/ and she's made out of wood
Track Name: Quit Faking The Funk
It's the one man army Darko/ I never been tooking out, I keep emcees looking out/ and producers, especially that loser/ who shall remain without a name/ I bring the pain and the ruckus/ got a chain? Better tuck it/ cos I'm coming for the scrilla/ real recognize real and you don't look familiar/ that's word to MyGrane McNastee/ your friends give me migraines when they rap, see/ I'm packing a Mack in the back of the jeep/ we roll deep, you catch cold feet/ have yah playing for your life with the fixed dice/ your beats suck and them shit's aint even mixed right/ get yah wig sliced/ you only live twice/ writing slick rhymes to spit on the mic/ twist the beat up/ flip it to re up/ see what, you find in the mind of me/ I'm coming up with a brand new scheme/ to stop them from getting paid to make ears bleed/ sincerely the super/ stacks of wax on deck word to the looper/ futuristic funky shit to put ants in yah pants/ and still drop science like rants, in e minor/ it's the designer/ of the raw, rugged and ruff hop hip no bluff/ we keep it on the up/ weirdo rap to leave your head piece bugged out/ without a shadow of a doubt/ we dig in crates to get the papes/ slinging tapes out the back pack/ you coming wack get smoked like a 20 sack/ bitch give me my money back/ run your pockets/ you know the topic/ hock spit the raw lyrics from my heart/ play yah part/ you know you's a sweetheart/ c'mon pop tart/ hot out the toaster/ the rap game is over/ fronting on the super what the fuck they sold yah/ must be laced/ we stay based/ straight from outer space/ taking all types of medicine/ your ass thought you was better then/ Darko, I keep planets in orbit/ I suggest that yah forfeit fast/ with yah morbid ass/ we taking y'all back with the way we flip the track/ rhymes on deck/ fresh as a new born/ surrounded by human horns/ while y'all mate with aliens/ I write a script and eat scallions/ bumping the wild thing/ by Raymond Scott/ while y'all fall into my dungeon and get slayed by robots/ just watch as i rock the spot like doc oc/ and leave yah shocked/
Coming smarter than Spock

So stop the hating/ and go back to your masturbating

Quick faking the funk/ or get your body dumped
Track Name: Build (Bonus Track)
One of my favorite emcees still working construction/ bought his mix tape but that ain't do nothing/ that's why we gotta build/ make it ill/ live to spit the real/ you know the deal/ a lot of cats act hard but strictly be bluffing/ talk a lot of shit but ain't saying nothing/ I'm bumping body moving/ not shotty shooting/ we chopping and looping/ organic with the flow/ darko got so much soul homies always be like yo/ darko got so much funk/ feel it in your trunk as you roll over a skunk/ practice like a monk/ drunken style/ worlds gone fucking wild/ all the while still find time to smile/ even though some call me worthless/ and others perfect I'm getting mixed signals/ dropping jewels like Chris cringle/ fuck your radio friendly jingle/ cos, one of my favorite emcees still working construction/ bought his mix tape but that ain't do nothing/ that's why we gotta build, make it ill/ live to spit the real/ like Apollo kids doing hollow skid bids/ for split wigs and false prophecy lost in this Oddessy/ locking me up/ in mental shackles cos mr asshole don't give a fuck about us/ no justice league it's just you and me/ alive in the struggle/my mind burst your bubble/ don't be sad god loves you/ my nine spray at the cult leaders/ in this heartland by bob seger/ your satans little wet dream/ I'll put a bullet in yah eye for the best scene/ cos one of my favorite emcees still working construction/ bought his mix tape but that ain't do nothing/ that's why we gotta build make it ill/ live to spit the real/ just signed a deal still sleeping in slime/ freaking the rhymes and the beats/ relax take a seat it's the masterminds with the rawness/ shining on em like awe shit/ with raps like baked ziti/ make it look easy/ we real heavy/ Gotta get that fetti/ cos one of my favorite emcees still working construction/ bought his mix tape but that ain't do nothing/ that's why we gotta build make it ill/ live to spit the real