Tyler The Creator - The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (Remix) Lyrics[Part 6: Tyler, the Creator]Oh, you the mother*****ing man, huh?Oh, you be *****ing *****es, 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 bullshit that I don't needI'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't *****ing with meSee, 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 fellowYour neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellowBoy, I hit the block, like I hate LegosThey know they got thirty seconds, Jared LetoBefore they see some halos, and I reload the ammoBoy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-oI tell my *****ing [?]Now lets reload the aim-o[Part 8: Tyler, the Creator]Can't a nigga get some *****ing chaos in hurr?Want the truth in the [?]And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the [?]Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good [?]That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggyIt's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homoWe black out, and go hard like JoJo and *****in' DiggyNo ship in this series, and I just want Iggy, manWe been Batmen since Batman have a sidekickCatch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas[?] *****es [?] like the family went to a [?] (Oh no!)You can't *****, I'm a problemYou get *****ed up like the thoughts this side of my nogginGoing harder than the quidditch in Harry PotterAll my shows got one black in it like Larry DavidAnd I'm that niggaMeaning I'm two niggasI'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my mother*****ing bingoPink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickholeAnd I don't really ***** with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow[Part 9: Tyler, the Creator]Don't get offended, love being darkskinned23 with the crib and I don't got no tenantsAnd I don't like sports, but the court got a tennisIs that diamonds on your neck? Stay the ***** out my bidnessSee, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr onThat's McLaren, [?] chevronMotors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, ***** your JordansWent from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)[Part 10: Tyler, the Creator]Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but kinda macho, boyI got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda locoPack a [?] pistol, we splitting nachosThen for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a tacoSo grab your goggles, niggaTaco Tuesday, you don't want none of thatHave you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running thatNigga took the store from us, yeah, ***** all of that(Man, he really took the store)[Part 11-12: ScHoolboy Q]Crack a cracker with a barrelGang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag[?] got me crip crazyPants heavy sag to the leftWith the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tagsStill the blunts getting past yaAin't worried bout no niggas, niggaGrieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knucklesCall the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walkingYou was clown-dancingYou wanna be me, huh?Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't doneTop Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue***** boy you *****ed over, nigga, control your gumsTeeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's doneMy square homie's license, double life in my trunkMind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffsGot a strike on my record, double cups, and duckYou want the life like us, you need to crip that coastYou want to steer that wheelYou want to smoke that kil'Well who am I?