Earl Sweatshirt lyrics : "Hive (Clean)"
Man, they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly $#&@ing with these !@^%s, ^!$$% listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns
Admitting this %#@! spit and it just burn like six furnaces
Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, $#&@ing six ^!$$% energy
Crawling down 'Fax like a rich ^!$$% centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out the cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these !@^%s done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, ^!$$%
87 roof top rising
Whipping Hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Bruh, I don't $#&@ with no cops
Catch me over stove top
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, (*##$
From that city that's recession-hit, where stressed
!@^%s could flex metal with pedal to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most !@^%s Hyde and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news that's less important when the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food, hands try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the $#&@ing sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded on
Top of a lear steering it into the kid's ear again
Provider of the backdrop music for them
Crack rock user and the mascot Earl
Rawer than the skin, knee cap on that black top
Salivary glands lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, who the $#&@ you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad, it's burnt, pollo off the grill and %#@!
Spitter of the little nick, nimble rick rolling (*##$
!@^%s pick litter, piff blowing, plus I pillage %#@!
87 roof top rising
Whipping Hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
Bruh, I don't $#&@ with no cops
Catch me over stove top
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, (*##$
Where is all this tough talk? Bro, you know you !@^%s ain't about %#@!
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies pound, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines of fat (*##$es after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, !@^%s get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
Little boy taught me when it's time to ride, they'll send him for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, !@^%s ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue %#@!
If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
'94 would have had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me wet 'em if they test you
So it's raging water season, that yomper big as Larry Johnson
Leave your momma seedless, everybody hard
Until it's only God they seeing, kittens soft, but in they
Songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California gas, police pass
Tell 'em free Smalls, off Palm with the heat the drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby Jay, bony !@^%s spraying Ks
Rugar with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to save you !@^%s from the sorbet, Coldchain
Like it's nothing cause it's nothing, (*##$
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