Free At Last | S-X (Feat. Childish Gambino)
Ayy, new shit
Source: SoundCloud / S-X
Riot | Fredo Santana (Feat. Childish Gambino)
In which Donald addresses the internet hate and both rappers copy Chance’s ‘Perfect Thottie’ flow
Childish Gambino | It’s On
It’s on! I made this shit for New Years
Play this shit at midnight
Happy 2014, guys! Be safe out there tonight and make sure that the DJ drops some Chance the Rapper (Good Ass Intro) or some Schoolboy Q (Man of the Year) on you.
We’ve got some cool/different stuff planned for this blog in 2014 that we’ll let you know about soon.
Happy New Year,
I’m not that surprised Donald’s not coming back for a majority of Community’s season 5. I think if you watch season 4, you can really tell that his heart just isn’t in it.
Honestly, what surprises me more is that he’s coming back at all. I’m sure he’s only doing so as a favor to Dan Harmon. If he hadn’t come back to showrun once again, Donald would be gone for good. But Harmon confirmed (after he was fired) that Donald was his favorite cast member, so I’m sure he heard the news that Donald wasn’t going to come back, and he went to try to convince him.
The strange thing, to me, is that Donald’s being vocal about why he’s doing this: to focus on Childish Gambino. As much as I like and appreciate music from him, I can’t shake the feeling that he’d already be a huge star if he purely focused on acting.
That 1.6 is never gonna stop bugging him
More Than Normal | Alan Wilkis (Feat. Childish Gambino)
Not sure how we missed the announcement that this song existed, but here it is for free download. There are a couple recycled lines, but this song is pretty solid.
Used to push a skateboard. Now I got a Beamer
Pockets steasy drownin’. Haven’t heard from FEMA
None of it’s from rappin’, so I guess this is my hobby
But I’m selling out these venues so these labels try’na sign me
Being broke is so behind me even though I try to keep it real
Like these girls with small tits when niggas cop a feel
Yes, I’m on the heels when it comes to spittin’ syllables
Bitches all a dime a dozen, girls are individuals
Childish Gambino is the lamest fucka? How you figure?
Whitest dude you ever met, but ain’t afraid of sayin’ nigga
Yes, these fucks are talkin’ ‘bout their money like I give a fuck
When they know they can’t afford like they need a truck
Rolling outta bed to write a screenplay, leave her naked
I need a girl who makes her own cake, Anita Baker
I’m breaking up with girls who don’t like my ambition
When their clothes are from my wallet and their food is in my kitchen, UH
A promise is a promise, man
My work has taken over me, I am not proud of it
It’s hard to keep a normal life when you are more than normal
I write a song and sleep for two hours, a rare disorder
These girls are fuckin’ up
They tell me, “Come to bed,” while I be up just writin’ stuff
Pussies need the black keys: y’all need to tighten up
My luxuries, I weigh my problems, catch my shit and be my condom
Ladies holla’, that’s a joke, y’all need to lighten up
Yes, I stay fly and well-read like a cardinal
Fuckin’ girls from tv shows, my DVR is on the pill
Sometimes they use the ring, I am Gollum in this mothafucka
Fresh Prince in this mothafucka, call me when you know anotha
Searchin’ for the perfect girl ain’t workin’, I found nothin’ yet
Kinda wanna settle down, don’t think that I’m done fuckin’ yet
So let my write these verses, and stay up late at night
I don’t think you can keep up with my life. A’ight?
Body So Tight | DJ Reflex (Feat. Childish Gambino)
Donald continues his string of solid features with this Reflex track. Download from the Soundcloud page for free!
I heard in Miami they making it nasty
Send me a pic, Gambino Aveeno, that ashy to classy
When you were the shit, it was loose in this bitch
Drinks, drugs, chicks, and Uggs
Weirdos sipping Cuervo or that Indica
Grown man singing ‘Where’s The Love?’
Who the fuck no grown man?
Young boys who make more sense
Young girls with that old chest,
now I’m like “Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”
Reflex, we just go squirrel shit
That’s nuts, ask us
Do we give a fuck? Nope!
Body so tight!
Yo - and like that, I had one taste, and I’m right back
She squeezed into that tight dress
But she squeezed out for that night cap
Got a few girls and they white/black
Red/yellow, few brown
So I beat it up like KnockOut
So she ain’t last for like two rounds
It’s the new sound for the strippas and students to get down
Just hits now
Fly ladies get loose with it
All the bougie bitches just sit down
These mixed girls with two tones
Be the nice bodies, they too toned
Came with like five girls
That’ll circle twerk with no shoes on
Damn, baby, you don’t need a holiday
She got that body language, you know what that body say
Tattoos on her body like that body paint
Drop it low, bring it up, I bet you everybody say-
Body so tight!
This G shit – gold chains and a V-neck
Yeah, we flex
Star status through the whole world with no deep breaths
Just G jets – concepts this type of shit you ain’t seen yet
Did a whole tour for like 6 months so the game mine, no reset
Fast money my reflex – these fly beats, that’s Reflex
Killin’ this shit for like how long? Y’all give me my respect
I got skills, man, I’m sayin’ – these young chicks, I raise ‘em
She fine now, but in three years, I bet the whole style’ll be amazing
Like, give her three years, I bet that body right
Poppin’ clothes better now, she know her body type
Her ex-man trippin’, wishin’ that he got it right
Get a body bag, she killin’ everybody like-
Body so tight!
Source: SoundCloud / djreflex
Favorite Song | Chance The Rapper (Feat. Childish Gambino)
Download the entire mixtape for free over on Chance’s site. It’s got great features from Donald, Action Bronson, Ab-Soul, and more.
Niggas please be focused - that ‘Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit - you know your hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I’ma be that. CG busy gettin’, where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You’re fuckin’ with the Fifi bag
Mach stars, egad, she said, “This my favorite song, hold my purse!”
Now she on the floor, drop it like it’s hoooot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won’t play it in the car ‘cause it got cursin’ in it
Your boy like, “I’m the one who showed you!” He want his percentage
'Cause you were like, “This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?”
Two-step, white dude’s Harlem Shake
Why you laughin’? ‘Cause you Harlem Shake
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That’s Acid Rap, we killed the track
You had your Chance, and ‘Bino too-o
This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
But I still fuck wit’chu, you just ain’t never heard