Album Name

Doris (Explicit Ver.)

Artist

Earl Sweatshirt

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.08.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Hive (Feat. Vince Staples & Casey Vegg... - Earl Sweatshirt
Promise Heron I'll put my fist
up after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that
s s so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn
and go when I am finished
Stone cold hardly fucking with
these niggas nigga listen
The description doesn't fit if
not a synonym of menace
then forget it
In turn these critics and interns
Admitting the shit spitted just
burn like six furnaces
Writ it affixed learning them
digits and simultaneously
Dispelling one trick pony myths
isn't he
One adolescent fucking
six nigga energy
And crawling down 'Fax like a
rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
out of cash account
Stamp and shouting thrashing
these niggas done let the
Kraken out
Crack a lackin' like snap
crackle poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face and throw your
flannels off Sweatshirt nigga
'87 roof top Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost
raw chronic
Brutus in that booth double
scoop hot vomit up
Sub rocking thud knocking
niggas teeth loose
Bruh I don't fuck with no cop
Rolling with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top
Rapping to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights focused
Like it's nothing cause it's
nothing bitch
From a city that's recessionhit
With stress niggas could flex
metal with peddle to rake
pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to
stay Jekyll ish
But most niggas Hyde and Brenda
just stay pregnant
Breaking news death's less
important when the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food
heads try to make it through
Fish netted legs for them eyes
that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking 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 kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the
mascot Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap
on the blacktop
Salivary glands lighter fluid
for the matchbox
Striking wait wait who the
fuck you badder than
Boy oh boy I'm bad as burnt
pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick
nimble rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter
piff blower plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost
raw chronic
Brutus in that booth double
scoop hot vomit up
Sub rocking thud knocking
niggas teeth loose
Bruh I don't fuck with no cop
Rolling with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top
Rapping to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights focused
Like it's nothing cause it's
nothing bitch
Quit with all that tough talk
bruh we know you niggas
ain't about shit
Come around we gun 'em down
bodies piled 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
bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches
niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money other
words I'm getting money
Little boy told me when it's
time to ride they'll send up
for me
Ain't nobody scaring me niggas
ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks
the way I cue shit
If this was '88 I would have
signed to Ruthless
'94 would've 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 Waters 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 drawn
Strapped up long as the chief
for police armed
Raised where the beasts are
north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J
bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face
Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the
sorbet Coldchain
Like it's nothing
cause it's nothing bitch