Earl Sweatshirt - Hive lyrics

rate me

Promise Heron, I put my fist up after I get my dick suck

And quick buck maybe a gold chain

With that fucking flow, that so belittles men

They tentatively , turn and go and when I'm finished,stone cold

Hardly fucking with these nigga’s, nigga listen

The description doesn’t fit if not a synonym of menace

Then forget it, in turn, these critics in turn

and interns admitting this shit spit and it just burn like six furnaces

writ it up, It'll fix one of them learning the digits and simultaneously dispelling one tricks isnt he, it’s spontaneous like

Dispelling one trick only miss isn’t he?

one adolecent fucking six nigger energy

Crawling down Fax like a rich nigga centipede

Crack ceramic and slap a hand out a cash account

Stamping and shout 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 rooftops, Bronson whipping hoopties trying to boost raw chronic,

Brutus in that booth double scoop,hock vomit up, sub rocking thud,

knocking niggas teeth loose, bruh,I don't fuck with no cops,rolling with that flow swap, rapping over stove top,

rapping to that coke rock

passionless in old jive clothing while them doors wide open

dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothing, cause it's nothing bitch

I'm from a city that's recession hit, where stressed niggas could flex metal to rake pennies in, desolate testaments try to stay jekyllish but most niggas hide and Brenda just stay pregnant,

Braking news, that’s less important when a 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 fucking sky that you praying to

So here I sit, eye in the pyramid

guy spit it like it’s truth serum in that beer and then

(poof)Disappear again, reappear bearded on top of a leer

steering it into a kid's ear again

Provider of the back drop music, for the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl

rawer than a skinned knee cap on a black top,

salivary glands lighter fluid for the matchbox

striking, wait, who the fuck you badder than

boy oh boy,I'm bad,it's burnt pollo off the grill and shit

spitter of the little nick, nimble rick rolling bitch

niggas pick litter, piff blowing shit, plus I peeling shit

87 rooftops, Bronson whipping hopties trying to boost raw chronic

Brutus in that booth double scoop, hock vomit up,sub rocking

thud,

Knocking niggas teeth loose,bruh, I don't fuck with no cops

rolling with that flow swap, rapping over stove top

rapping to that coke rock

pationless in old jive clothing while them doors wide open

dim the floor lights, focused

Like it’s nothing ‘cause it’s nothing bitch

What with all that tough talk,bruh,

we know your niggas ‘aint about shit

Come around, we gun em down, bodies pound,Auschwitz

bullet proof outfits,weapons concealed

I’m ready to kill ,so test it, all my weapons are real

Selling this, couldn’t tell ‘em what the recipe is

Got em wishing that they never gets weapons to kids,shisend chills up spines of fat bitches after shows throwing out sandwiches

Nigga’s getit how they live and I live for money,

Others words I’m getting money, little boy told me when it’s time to ride they'll send him for me

ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ‘aint prepare for heat,

Tools hit like pool sticks the way I cue shit

If this was 88 I woulda signed to Ruthless

94 woulda had em walking down Deathrow

first is when the best go,hate is what the rest do

voice inside my head told me wet them if they test you

so it's raging water season, that yomper big as Larry Johnson

leave your momma seedless,everbody hard until it's only God they seeing

kitten soft but in their songs be trapping hard as Jeezy

I don't believe, but to each his own

Iain't tripping as 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 as long as the chief of police armed

raised wher the beats are, north of the beast

a couple houses past Baby Jay, 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

Thanks to cahn for correcting these lyrics