[LYRICS]
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
First off, I'm a start charging y'all per compliment

You give to me, see how much purse I can earn off of it
As far as bars, you heard wrong if you heard continent
It's incontinence, inconsequent turned sponsorin'

Rockin' a fur smock with some RC and
Go from rockin' a beat to just curb stomping it
Serve consonants hotter than hot combs (coals)

And surfing through brown (perm)anent germs that will jump off of it
Hot doggy with no condiments
Flow proper this show stopper be Bogarting it

Other ^!$$%s be going hard, and Early be going artisan
And lick fo' shot of the focus, more talkative
Too talkative, let the robbers in


[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Off a couple Sake shots

Watching pot grow in short shorts and some soggy crocs
Shoddy lot of black faces trading body shots
For all of the belongings in your pocket, park it

Hardly not, gnarly tots, nollie pops
Use a bit, it got me; then she buzzin' like a walkie talk
Staying gold like the only watch that Lonny rocks

Grimey socks and you know you don't wanna play with papa swamp

[Verse 3: Captain Murphy]

So unorthodox
Chillin' with a shaman, eating ramen in a parking lot
I brought a bag of dreams with me, breathe the kundalini in

Exhale the meaning and the feeling of Elysium
Even the reason leavin' 'em lost, lyrical boss, harder than most
So kill me, martyrs at most my Holy ghost

Host a party in 'em, I brought my unruly souven-
Here on her blouse like a "Yours Truly" steel pin
Ether (Ha ha ha); they can't get past the deep voice

Conceived in a Rolls Royce, abortion life, pro choice
Goth hop, put a beanie on pitch bent like a leanin' song
Learn to fly and high at the first sign that I'm dreamin' on

The Force is strong with this one though
Over 9,000 midi-chlorians say so
Really show no mercy, all master, no Percy

Show these little !@$(s in the journeys of my troubled mind
Saddled by your blasphemy, look at what you found inside
Now you can't imagine me, running high the casualty and $#&@ing die

This is why we had to bring the guns out
Rattled neighbors' windows every night until the sun's out
Two dudes, two odd crews with strange leaders

Kitty cats, a couple blunts, my new wang feeder

[Verse 4: DOOM]


Dreams, the
Heat beam is like a laser level

Aim it till it straightened out, do your best to graze a devil
Bass and treble peaking
Make sure they even

Be fake and mourn (?)
He break her jaw and teeth in
Leaving creeping

No time for weeping and grieving
Deepen breathing
Keeping on believing, it don't matter

Owning all the data
In the zone zoning owning microphone chatter
Batta', swing!

That's the thing he's known better for
Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars
Forget your applause

Bet, pause
Answer me these questions, three to get across
Who's the boss?

What size are them shoes of yours?
We the wrong crew to cross
True or false

Don't look at him ask

[Verse 5: Unonimus]
Look around . . .you see all these snots next to you?
Believe it or not, they're scheming a plot just for you

They say they're your friends and treat you like God's best just to
Take advantage while you still think it's just all vegetables
Carrots and peas, whatever, you never can see reality
Bet you can see the pleasure in everything you've found to be
Fame and admiration, respect for just being how you be

Yeah, they'll always be there, unless they don't need your talents
Because you ain't nothing to them, you're just another tool
Another pawn, another piece to their newest puzzle fool
Man, why can't you see their using you?
Can't you see they only even noticed you because you know how to beat a Rubik's Cube?

Didn't mean to get that personal
But what's so wrong with a nerd keeping a rap journal?
In a middle school of cynical and idiotic imbeciles
Who brag about their clothes and then kid about their genitals
Guess I don't fit their rapper image

I don't wear the freshest styles or get the baddest women
I'm a skinny average kid with a different hat of tricks
A rabbit up his sleeve and a fist that hasn't hit
I hear, but without listening
And don't try to talk, 'cause I fear that I'll sound differently from them
So now my brains full of foul memories

I guess that's what I get for hanging around enemies