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Ayy Ayy, nephew NSA, ayy Know I'm on the way Family saw you on that stage, left it not amazed Thought you up in AA Now you done and brazed, ayy (Brazed, ayy) Get the fuck back, you moving like they cut your 'caine, ayy Lick the nut sack, flooted in some tear-aways (Ayy) Flushin' through the pain, depression, this is not a phase, ayy Picking out his grave, couldn't help but feel out of place Try and catch some rays Death, it has the sour taste (Sour taste) Bless my pops, we sent him off and not a hour late Still in shock and now my heart out somewhere on the range Outta range, picked the lock and now we elevate We box 'em out, my shit a million miles away Niggas featherweight Like we making food, father's face when I'm not afraid My Uncle Hugh
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There’s been plenty of crossover between Earl Sweatshirt and MIKE over the years, but ‘POMPEII // UTILITY’ is where it all clicks into place. Built with SURF GANG and stretched across a double album, it captures two artists doing exactly what they want, exactly how they want to do it.
There's also Dry Cleaning, Slayyyter, Haute & Freddy, The Itch and more.
The split double album arrives with a sprawling world tour attached.
Double album 'POMPEII // UTILITY' lands on 3rd April alongside extensive world tour
The festival is scheduled to run from 1st to 6th June across Shoreditch.
Factory Floor, Rostam, Ratboys and more join the festival's 20th anniversary edition.
Pre-sale is open now, with over 50 dates across three continents.
