THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PARTS 6-12
Tyler The Creator feat. ScHoolboy Q Lyrics


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Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, 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 need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I looked in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflect 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, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
Until my fucking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
I'm the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare (ayo)
Schoolyboy is my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
That boy not that bad, eh, it's no Biggie
It's the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man (what?)
Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger
Solve 'em (oh no), you can't bitch, I'm a problem
And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin (yeah)
Going harder than the Quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo (yeah, uh)
Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin' been gone
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow (nigga)

Don't get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
Twenty-three with a 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 fuck out my business
See, that's that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw (skrrr), Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (yeah, nigga)
Boy, I'm a sicko, Flaco nigga, 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
Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that (Damn)
(Man, he- he really took the store)

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, what's up, cuz?)
Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped (strapped)
No face mask, nigga, just toe tags (bah, bah, bah)
Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah (bah)
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga)
I don't grieve over suckers (suckers)
Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle)
Call the ambulances (ambulances)
I'm from the era of crip walking (walking)
You was clown-dancing (yeah)
You wanna be me, huh? (Huh?)
Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done (whoa)
It's Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue (yeah)
Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums (uh)
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump, woo
My square homie's license, double life in my trunk (woo)
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs (nigga)
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck (yeah, yeah)
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)




You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well, who am I?

Overall Meaning

In Tyler the Creator’s song “The Brown Stains of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12,” Tyler discusses his superiority over other men who boast about their sexual and financial conquests. He sarcastically commends these men for their “achievements” in a mocking tone by repeating lines such as “Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?” and “Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?” Tyler argues that these superficial accomplishments should not be the measure of a man's success. He even goes on to express his agreement with the reflection in his mirror, who tells him that he is the man. Tyler seems confident in himself and isn’t bothered by others who feel the need to boast about their accomplishments.


The song continues with seemingly random lyrics, including references to Jared Leto, Lego blocks, and Harry Potter’s Quidditch. Tyler also discusses his preferred style, mentioning his affinity for Vans and how he wears them like “one of them soccer mamas.” He asserts his dominance by saying “I’m that nigga” and that he is “two niggas” because he personifies what it means to be schizo. The song’s final verse talks about the gang lifestyle, referencing crip walking and how Tyler’s square homies “break handcuffs” with their mind, power, body, and soul.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
You think you're the best, huh?


Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
You have a lot of money and women, huh?


Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
You sell drugs out of run-down buildings, huh?


Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You engage in drug use, huh?


You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I don't need any of that in my life


I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
I'm better than all of y'all


See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
When I look in the mirror, I see myself as great


And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
I agree with my reflection


Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
I have jewels on my necklace and I'm a nice guy


Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
My personality is reflected in my necklace, which is yellow


Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
I move around the neighborhood with aggression


They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
I'm so intimidating, people are scared of me


Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
I'll shoot them before they know what's happening


Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I'm part of the Golf Wang gang


I tell my fucking [?]
I tell everyone what's up


Now lets reload the aim-o
Let's prepare to shoot again


Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Can't we have some excitement?


Want the truth in the [?]
I want honesty


And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the snare
You'll get hit like a drum


Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
Schoolboy Q is my friend, I'm good with him


That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
He's not that bad, it's not a big deal


It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
It's Golf, let's go, but not in a sexual way


We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
We party hard like famous rappers JoJo and Diggy


No ship in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
I don't care about anything else in this series, I just want Iggy Azalea


We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
We've been cool since Batman had a sidekick


Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
You'll see me wearing vans, like a soccer mom


And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
The girls I hang out with wear blue outfits like the Dodger's baseball team, it's a problem


You can't bitch, I'm a problem
You can't handle me


You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
You'll get hurt like the bad thoughts in my mind


Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
I'm going harder than a match of quidditch in Harry Potter


All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
All my shows have one Black person in it like Larry David's show Curb Your Enthusiasm


And I'm that nigga
I'm the one


Meaning I'm two niggas
I'm so good, it's like I'm two people


I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
I have schizophrenia, my name is Brent Lowe, and I'm winning big


Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
The colors on my necklace remind you of my genitals


And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow
I don't really hang out with you guys, but Jim Crow laws forced racial segregation


Don't get offended, love being darkskinned
Don't be upset that I like my dark skin


23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants
I'm 23 and have a house but no renters


And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
I don't really like sports but I do like playing tennis


Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
Are those diamonds on your necklace? Don't worry about what's on mine


See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's the signal for me to get excited


That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
That's a McLaren, a car from 1991 that I got at Chevron


Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
I'm all about Motors Flog Gnaw, wearing Vans, and don't care about Jordan shoes


Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)
I went from vomiting to hosting and creating fun carnivals


Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but kinda macho, boy
I'm crazy and tough, but still kind of macho


I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
I have some friends who are a little crazy


Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
I have a pistol and we're all sharing some nachos


Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
Then, he uses the shells like a taco to get money


So grab your goggles, nigga
Get ready for some action


Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
On Taco Tuesday, you don't want to mess with me


Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Have you heard of Fairfax, we used to dominate that place


Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
Someone took over our store, and I'm not happy about it


(Man, he really took the store)
I can't believe he took the store


Crack a cracker with a barrel
I'll shoot anyone who crosses me


Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
I have tattoos associated with gang violence, and this isn't some designer piece of cloth


[?] got me crip crazy
Something has me feeling extra dangerous


Pants heavy, sag to the left
My pants are sagging to the left because I'm carrying something heavy


With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
I'm wearing a belt but not a face mask, so if someone gets hurt they'll just be tagged for identification


Still the blunts getting past ya
I'm still getting high behind your back


Ain't worried bout no niggas, nigga
I don't care about anyone else


Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
I don't cry over people who are weaker than me, and I have recently been shooting guns


Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
If something goes wrong, call an ambulance because I'm from the era of a specific style of dance associated with Crips


You was clown-dancing
You weren't cool like me, you were just dancing like a clown


You wanna be me, huh?
You wish you were like me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Quincey Hanley

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Comments from YouTube:

@grrilz

Best track on the album! Can't believe it didn't get popular

@erikku3384

Because people these days hope on shit that's mainstream smh

@pjamesmusic6322

The beats to complex for it to get popular lol

@cristinaxivj

Hobito anthony fantano.

@prod.newmagiciane2342

@Ero Sennin it’s cause of the bass boost on most of the songs

@xavierbrown6086

The second half never got released on streaming services

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@Nick_Fade

This is a good version, right pitch and speed. Thanks a bunch!

@ChefsHatPride

NickFade its slower wtf u on

@ttenneBsemaJ

retrorep it's not, this is a straight rip from the cd direct to youtube, no audio editing at all

@ChefsHatPride

it is slower.

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