December 24 – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be recognized as a genuine dialect of English. It is in every sense of the wordYeah, uh, uh, uhAllen with the picked ‘fro, answer in the outletAlley-oopin’ all the shit homePowered-up, out for the assistDon’t panic when it get cold, we go at it, hoHow you want them ribs smoked, family? UhTen toes, know you on your shit alreadyBig stone, granite and your fist balledStandin’ on the stripDon’t panic when the pig comeScramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get homeTally up-tally up the wins thoughDon’t think he said he pro-violenceBut it’s gon’ be your problem if he did, thoughI lived out the way, ayyPalace where the Crips staySilent when the pigs came browsin’ in his shitBang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste’Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drinkHow much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tankMy doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strengthAsk him, « That’s just how it is?  » say »You die and then you live, huh? « Your heart and then your limbs breakJust catch me when I slip, broWhat’s poppin’? Like a hip boneI told you, these niggas passin’ like the CitgoWe passin’, niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff rollThe wind get the ashes in the end, broWe been took your pass and your credentials, uhBad apple, daily clashin’ with my kinfolkBad acid did damage to my mentalShow you right, it took some passages to get grownThey been called me savage from the get goUh