Fuck Your Compression

[Intro]

Welcome, welcome

Yeah, yeah

Uh, uh

You'll never know

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

Sly's been first, man

Y'all forever last I'm forever everlastin'

Mashing on the gas bypassing all the has-beens

In that sense I'm that shit in that scents

Inhale it, breathe it, embrace it

Crepes is not as flat as you natives of fake is

So I take this and shine and provide illumination

But niggas stay in the dark and I'm startin' to get impatient

15 is the age of the teenager

Roamin' with a mind full of gold, no pager

A circle of squares is what shaped us

Until it's sussed, feel free to hate us

Unchained, untamed, fast lanin', fat chainin'

Throw 'em on a playlist labeled as the greatest

Unleaded premium, large not medium

Say cheese, bitches bodies seize upon meeting us, man

[Verse 2: Gruzen]

This is what I do, I infect hope

And inspire folk by painting pictures with the better view

My soul is weatherproof, my mind can shapeshift

Divine greatness runs in bloodlines still ancient

Expansive universes embedded in ours

Reflected in stars, I shine with the breath in my heart

That's why my flows complete, it's flawed

Get raw energy, exposed for the whole globe to see

Yeah you know it's me, I'm back at it again

Elevating the bar, haters will never get in

This is a sacred place, where we embrace creation

Through landscape, shape and painted in a vacant space

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

They asked us to stop playing so rough outta courtesy

And if I were to stay in my lane, I swerve purposely

I spit fire, burns in the third degree

Every line is turpentine to these herb serpentines

Snakes in the grass, for all you dumbasses

Fairfax bastards, rockin' nerd glasses

I dominate, y'all denominate fractions

I relapse back to spittin' crack like chapped lips

Chasin' pavements 'til the day of amazin' payment

Success is the fragrance on my Bathin' Ape apron

Pull your face up out your anus and face this

Darth invade your playlist, you cannot evade this

Closed case, you're makeshift, I make hits

You make shit, you crave this, this greatness

You can't attain us like bad grades for Asians

I'm grade-A list, lick the speaker, you could taste it