Tabula Rasa - Earl Sweatshirt, Armand Hammer

Off the strength I’m not as numb as I thought

I’m broken links, my circle shrinking smaller

Satellite revolve my coarse culture

Surrendered orbits

Cross check what’s really real and what’s performance

Speak for self but wondering who else really on it

Who’s really all in?

Trouble calling

My phone don’t ping, I’m buzzed, leave me alone

Truth with a stashed pocket for a lie

The document is alive

I speak life

Every border gets revised if dissolved

With the fines what it’s charged

Haven’t made up my mind

If I’m assigned to the stars

I slide when I walk

I’m inside of the funk, trust

She want up when it dump

It came from the sludge

Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs

Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles

I, listen

Let’s not conflate, I give what I take

It’s the hunt, there is the chase

Some talk like they never got punched in the face

You can’t see clearly now, don’t come near me

Wails of the weary, infinite

Draw me closer, damn near intimate

The flyest sexy

I came through over proofing the plastic Pepsi bottle

Security didn’t check me

Skipped coat check, they planned the oldies

Imma go 'head and get sweaty

Plus saved the ten piece

It’s hell up in Harlem so meet me

'Cross 100 and 10th street

That don’t really tempt me

I’m from where every car foreign and we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe)

Bury me in a borrowed suit

Give my babies my rhyme books but tell 'em «Do you»

Give my enemies the good news, time flew

We was probably brothers back then like TRU

No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes

Niggas tired of the foolishness

No disrespect, its a lotta mids in the room

My pack loud, cut right through

in the booth

So you ain’t get in the stew

If the DJ play something smooth (Slide on 'em)

It’s a move

I don’t dance but maybe tonight

Maybe tonight

I don’t know her, and I don’t even mind if it is the strobe light

Live for the living

I made chicken late night in my boxers burning up the kitchen

She passed out right when I was done fixing

I watch reruns in the dark

Fingers and lips glistening

I’m so damn proud of myself

I did this for you, G. Alright?

Been to there and back, talk tales, talk to the breeze

We keep facts in the midnight wax

Family tree sap

Lightly through the leaves on familiar tracks

I know it’s real even when I’m feeling bad

Resilient as they build to black

She shimmy into the yeah, that’s consent gettin' established

You only trash if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic

Trust the passage write to life’s chapters

I have to write to find balance

This game of telephone massive

I do what I have to with the fragments

The madness method rampant these days

I let the panic pass me

Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage

Asymptomatic but I get sicker, the delay’s faster, faster

Practicing, practicing what I preach, keep pace

The calcium on my teeth fade

The streets are blazed with the anger, complacency and deceit create

Ice sheet break

I couldn’t weak, wait

All I could say to the times I couldn’t freeze frame, bleak fate

You got so much to bleed to clean slate

The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks

Southpaw under the north star

Forcing all the league changes

Don’t sleep baby