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

[00:00.00]"Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies) [00:00.52]Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my ******* sucked [00:04.35]Quick buck, maybe a gold chain [00:07.46]With that ******* 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 ******* with these *******s, ******* 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 *******t 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, ******* six-******* energy [00:37.69]And crawling down 'Fax like a rich ******* 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 *******s 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, Sweat*******rt, ******* [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 *******s 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, ******* [01:21.29]From a city that's recession-hit [01:23.74]With stress *******s could flex metal with [01:26.16]Peddle to rake pennies in [01:28.16]Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish [01:31.12]But most *******s Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant [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 ******* sky that you praying to [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]******* *******s pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage *******t [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 *******s 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, ******* [02:54.18]Quit with all that tough talk, bruh [02:55.71]We know you *******s ain't about *******t [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 ******* [03:17.34]After shows throwing out sandwiches, *******s get it [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, *******s ain't prepared for heat [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 *******s spraying K's [04:21.00]Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case [04:24.16]Here to save you *******s from the sorbet, Coldchain [04:32.67]Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, ******* [04:34.00]by og