Hive (Feat. Casey Veggies & Vince Staples) - Earl Sweatshirt.mp3

[00:00.00]"Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)
[00:00.52]Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my dick sucked
[00:04.35]Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
[00:07.46]With that ****ing flow that s-s-so belittles men
[00:11.02]They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
[00:14.33]Stone cold, hardly ****ing with these niggas, ****in' listen
[00:17.40]The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
[00:20.95]Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns
[00:23.91]Admitting the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces
[00:27.57]Writ, it affixed, learning them digits
[00:30.31]And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
[00:34.43]One adolescent, ****ing six-figured energy
[00:37.69]And crawling down 'Fax like a rich ****in' centipede
[00:41.00]Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
[00:44.82]Stamp and shouting, thra*******ng
[00:46.17]These niggas done let the Kraken out
[00:47.62]Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off
[00:50.94]Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, ****in'
[00:55.50]'87 roof top, Bronson
[00:57.71]Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[01:00.27](Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[01:03.44](Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
[01:06.74]Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[01:10.36]Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[01:13.66](Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[01:17.62](Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ****in'
[01:21.29]From a city that's recession-hit
[01:23.74]With stress mother****ers could flex metal wit
[01:26.16]Peddle to rake pennies in
[01:28.16]Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish
[01:31.12]But most mother****ers Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnan
[01:34.02]Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
[01:37.68]It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
[01:40.95]Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
[01:44.26]Ride dirty as the mother****ing sky that you praying t
[01:47.59]So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
[01:50.59]God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
[01:54.30]Disappear again, reappear bearded
[01:57.51]On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
[02:00.82]Provider of the backdrop music
[02:04.09]For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
[02:07.30]Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
[02:11.16]Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
[02:14.68]Striking, wait, wait, who the **** you badder than
[02:17.34]Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and *******t
[02:20.65]Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
[02:24.01]****ed up mother****ers pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shi
[02:27.48]'87 roof top, Bronson
[02:30.64]Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[02:33.00](Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[02:36.41](Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
[02:39.67]Bruh, I don't **** with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[02:43.53]Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[02:46.49](Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[02:50.46](Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ****in'
[02:54.18]Quit with all that tough talk, bruh
[02:55.71]We know you mother****ers ain't about shi
[02:57.76]Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
[03:01.14]Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
[03:04.50]I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
[03:07.00]Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
[03:10.47]Got 'em wi*******ng that they never gave these weapons to kids
[03:13.88]Cheers, send chills up spines of fat mother****er
[03:17.34]After shows throwing out sandwiches, mother****ers get i
[03:20.70]How they live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
[03:24.32]Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me
[03:27.52]Ain't nobody scaring me, mother****ers ain't prepared for hea
[03:31.43]Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue *******t
[03:34.25]If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
[03:37.66]'94, would've had 'em walking down Death Row
[03:41.03]First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
[03:43.98]Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
[03:47.35]So it's Raging Waters season
[03:49.56]That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
[03:52.67]Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
[03:56.00]Kitten soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy
[03:59.50]I don't believe it
[04:00.51]But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
[04:04.07]Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
[04:07.70]Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
[04:11.01]Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
[04:14.37]Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
[04:17.43]A couple streets past Baby J, bony mother****ers spraying K'
[04:21.00]Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
[04:24.16]Here to save you mother****ers from the sorbet, Coldchai
[04:32.67]Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, mother****e
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