74 - Earl Sweatshirt

You like Amar’e Stoudemire with dreads

Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flappin' but I got a lot 'em fed

Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats

To blockin' it’s kinda Steph, step back

Ya shit is not knockin' like the feds

Don’t get your head cracked lackin' common sense

On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don’t got no wins

Just to match the losses I don’t have in your gym

Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn’t stick

The sun make it so my soul’s crumblin'

They dug it when they was young

More than one hole in one with no mulligan

Sellin' kids culture with death, circlin' like carrion

The more the merrier, phone got you livin' vicarious

I smell it 'cause it’s so hot

The veil lifts, the pain salient

Niggas started choppin' at the road blocks

As far as tracks, we goin' off

Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war

You know it’s not unique to your boy at all

It’s comin' out the teeth

Streets flooded like the pants weren’t touchin' the sneak

They rain dancin' on this, no, they stomp

On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far

I’m not on board with the board you try and lead me on

I’m pullin' strings, it’s time to let me off

The cook’ll send you

Protect your neck and don’t forget the heart

We upper echelon with it, that’s what they’re checkin' for

I’m givin' a fed a conch for them

I’m duckin' when the quiver launch missiles in the dark

Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta

Keep the innings long, nigga