Underworld* Earl Sweatshirt

[Verse]
Gratitude through action I move gracious, it’s amazing like moving savage
Feet and what they do for traction, keep your territory every plan
Stagnating when you stand, my apron made of lambskin
Hey what you making with that protractor?
No masters with the gold cold, crackers got to go
Blood puddle slick caps with tassels get thrown on your man’s quips, on social grasps
To all the new undergrads you passed me on the road, and slapped wicked intentions
Capital drove, you rolled passenger cast out in a grove
Feast in eden with baggage on you
Babylon dreams, Daniel, can you solve them?
How you sleep knowing Rome is crumbling?
At the feet no problems, cloak promises spent backs
My forefathers was whipped, those died when I bent and spazzed it
The riptide tried to pull me in but I’m intact, the form of bandage out off grit and let the scapes sit
What can you do with the last Bastien of french flip, like Salabanzi
Barefoot, I might switch stance, crest chest pass in the wind, and then splash, we win again
With down ten niggas blink, what now what’s up the shroud of my older self, moved around by itself
Supposedly he don’t know me too well, just hold me proud suns on the ground
Try to scrub try to cover smells black as the male, info shared
Gather around the flames for another tale, hells ringed
Suit your fingers on to well, knew you was on the helm and on the brink
Knew it was either sink or stay for sale, when the ears turned deaf to the tomb and help
We fled to the other under-realm