Cole has released two albums on Odd Future's official Tumblr account. Rolling Papers was released in 2010 and was produced by fellow Odd Future members Tyler, The Creator and Left Brain. Under the Influence, a mixtape with Cole rapping over "his favorite beats," was released in 2011.
Elimination Chamber
Domo Genesis Lyrics
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In this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets
Like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy
Givin' sloppy while she call me "Papi"
Takin' the doggies right to the
Face like she Kobiyashi
I'm gettin' mines dry-cleaned tight seam
It might seem I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi, fiends I'm back with a bag
Of them packed white things my Nikes clean
I see these niggas hatin'
Through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super-lover, so soon
You'll say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed
But you ain't seen enough of
Nigga leaking, you gon' have to
Go see the deacon, you stupid sucker
Young Dom
Say you old niggas should wrap it up
You wack, focus back on the craft
You hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt, and death to that pop-hop
I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for the collabs
'cause all you bastards suck
This that thirty deep-in-Saugus shit
Firestarter squadron
Dodgin' coppers since ask her
Why she dropping, cuz
It's probably 'cause he prodigious
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan
Paint easy
Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz
Whoops, system overload
Itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on
A motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all
Affection for these niggas
Redirectin' all these niggas very literal
Type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and driving, twisty
How he inked up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a
Menace, void a villain, sue me
Driving into fences 'cause I hit
The whip a little woozy
Bitch, I'm busy cruising, 'scuse me
Can't even walk up in the church
Without these niggas tryna testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard headed and hopeless
Hope that God let us in
Momma didn't wanna give birth to a nigga
Should've murdered a nigga
I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof
380 with the weave in it
On sight, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry that's Halle
Not Brent
Shooting like Brent and his brother
Doing what Daddy had did
Niggas want Grammys and shit
That's funny to me
'Cause since the first take
It's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got
Doing what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't shit
But left me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job
Ugh, get a job, bitch
I'm like the boss from the
End of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level
I can feel the Devil's pain
Only address me by my reverend
Name the good doctor
The good author, good brain in a good Porsche
Dancing drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi
Forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high-yellow
Chinese bitch's rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm
I'm high cousin
Every time I roll the dice, it's five hundred
When I order wine, it's nine hundred
French chefs kneel before me
End of story, take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom
You already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down
She suck me through the boxer
While I'm wearin' flip-flops
Shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel
That's it woo, fuck yeah, hello
Fanfare, bravo, encore that's a wrap
The lyrics to "Elimination Chamber" by Domo Genesis & The Alchemist featuring Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples, and Action Bronson are filled with clever wordplay, braggadocious bars, and vivid imagery. The verses showcase each artist's unique style and flow while maintaining a cohesive theme of asserting their dominance in the rap game.
In the first verse, Domo Genesis delivers confident lines about his swagger and sexual conquests. He dismisses his competition, emphasizing his superior flow and lyrical prowess. He refers to himself as a "bad motherfucker" and suggests that he will impregnate his rivals' love interests, metaphorically claiming ownership over their careers.
Earl Sweatshirt takes on a more introspective tone in his verse. He criticizes other rappers for their lack of substance and urges them to focus on honing their craft instead of seeking collaborations for clout. He touches on themes of mortality and authenticity, asserting that he would rather die pursuing his true artistic vision than live a lie.
Vince Staples' verse showcases his sharp lyrical skills and clever wordplay. He raps about his prowess in the rap game, likening it to a video game where he is the final boss. He references his wealthy lifestyle and indulgences, using vivid imagery to describe his experiences. Through his playful rhymes, Staples asserts his dominance and brags about his success.
Action Bronson concludes the song with his signature humor and outlandish imagery. He boasts about his luxurious lifestyle, from partying in fancy hotel suites to receiving sexual favors. His verses are filled with comedic and exaggerated scenarios, painting a picture of a flamboyant and larger-than-life persona. Bronson's delivery and wordplay add an entertaining and unexpected element to the song.
Overall, "Elimination Chamber" is a showcase of each artist's unique style and lyrical abilities. It's a braggadocious anthem that celebrates their dominance in the rap game while delivering clever wordplay, vivid imagery, and thought-provoking lines.
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[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Yo, um, yo
Oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me in this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy, givin' sloppy while she call me papi
Takin' the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
You niggas' flow is washy, I'm gettin' mines dry cleaned
Tight seam, it might seem, I'm sellin' bitches pipe dreams
Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
My Nikes clean, I see these niggas hatin' through my ice blings
I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
The truest colors what I bleed, but you ain't seen enough of
Nigga leakin', you gon' have to go see the deacon you stupid sucka
Young Dom, say you old niggas should wrap it up
You wack, focus back on the craft, you hardly rap enough
The fattest blunt and death to that pop-hop, I ain't ask for much
And stop askin' for the collabs cause all you bastards suck
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
This that thirty deep, it's Saugus shit, fire starter, squadron
Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz
It's probably cause he prodigious
Pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheesy
And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
Thick bristle type nigga on a bitch steez
Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz,
Whoops, system overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
Gold glisten under overcoat, missin' all
Affection for these niggas, redirectin' all these niggas
Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
Drunk and drivin', twisty, how he inked up in the swimming pool?
Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace void a villain, sue me
Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
Bitch I'm busy cruisin', 'scuse me
[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas tryna testify
I live to die, better that than to live a lie
I rap better than most these rap veterans
Hard-headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
Momma didn't wanna give birth to a nigga
Should've murdered a nigga, I'm a cancer to the youth
Automatics out the roof, 380 with the weave in it
On site, scary as prom nights with Carrie
Or car rides with Berry, that's Halle not Brent
Shootin' like Brent and his brother, doin' what daddy had did
Niggas want Grammys and shit, that's funny to me
Cause since the first take it's been about money to me
I'm just tryin' to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot
They told me that I wasn't shit, but left me in a litter box
Give it up and get a job
[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Uh, get a job bitch
I'm like the boss from the end of the Nintendo game
My brain is on another level, I can feel the Devil's pain
Only address me by my reverend name: the good doctor
The good author, good brain in a good Porsche
Dancin' drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
Backflip in a jacuzzi, forty floors inside the Trump
Front-flip into this high yellow Chinese bitch's rump
Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
I roll a joint like a Motumbo arm, I'm high cousin
Every time I roll the dice it's five hundred
When I order wine, it's nine hundred,French chefs kneel before me
End of story take a shorty to the sortee
That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
I pull my swimming trunks down, she suck me through the boxer
While I'm wearin' flip-flops, shit's real, grip the wheel, lift steel
[Outro: Action Bronson]
That's it
Woo, fuck yeah, hello
Fan fare, bravo, encore
Thats' a wrap
FELLONY
BAFFLING to me why this wasn't bigger. One of Als absolute best productions and everyone delivered a crazy verse. Only thing missing was Mac
HeyyOmari
like i never realized mac woulda been a great addition until i read this comment !
Ben Dover
Mac really should’ve done more features and collabs 😢 but he was on his own journey😢 miss him fr.
Mike
Mac would be perfect on here omg
I dipped
Fantano gave it a 5/10 review is one of the reasons but this album was at least a 6-7
Idris Swatts
Sweatshirt Staples Bronson Genesis and Mac would have been CUHRAZY on this joint
Rayne Ozier
All these years later and Vince still didn’t have to go this hard. One of my favorite Staples verses.
Dabreadz
Glad people are still listening to OF🔥
Uh-Oh
Its crazy how some songs can be really good and never get big
KangNToe
its because most people dont know whats actually good. they only listen to the mainstream bullshit.