Stones Throw - Earl Sweatshirt

Yeah

Hold up, hey now, the beast in me

Is no longer sleeping, it wants to eat emcees

So I let him free, let him feed peacefully

Until he cease, now the beast must drop feces

But I never let it free fall, I catch it and spit it

I kick shit that blows whole districts into tidbits

With pen in fist I take tallies, of these scrimmages

Can’t call a game, my flavor wicked as witches is

The kid spits fuego sicker than syphilis

So sisters and brothers grab a shovel and start digging this

Matter fact, grab a Nikon and picture this

An icon with no assistance and no assist in this

Reminiscing to number one plus twenty-three

My days are sunny, prestige sweeter than honey bees

Waters are muddy, I’m coming, running from nothing B

Now I’m fucking muffin, motherfuckers ain’t touching me

Shit