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アメリカのラッパー、音楽プロデューサー。
本名はシーベ・ネルーダ・クゴシトシル。
タイラー・ザ・クリエイターがリーダーを務めるヒップホップコレクティブ”OFWGKTA”のメンバー。

Earl Sweatshirt ft.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies

2013年リリースのアルバム『Doris』より。

Promise Heron
I’ll put my fist up,
after I’ll get
my dick sucked
Quick buck,
maybe a gold chain

With that fucking flow
that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively
tend to turn and go
when I am finished
Stone cold,
hardly fucking
with these niggas,
nigga listen
The description
doesn’t fit,
if not a
synonym of menace
Then forget it,
in turn,
these critics
and interns
Admitting
the shit spitted,
just burn like
six furnaces
Writ, it affixed,
learning them digits
And simultaneously,
dispelling
one-trick-pony myths,
isn’t he?
One adolescent,
fucking six-nigga energy
And crawling
down ‘Fax
like a rich nigga
centipede
Crack ceramic
and slap a hand
out of cash account
Stamp and shouting,
thrashing,
these niggas done
let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lacking,
like snap,
crackle,
popping your ammo off
Hide your face,
and throw
your flannels off,
Sweatshirt, nigga

[Repeat]
’87 roof top,
Bronson
Whipping hoopties
tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth,
double scoop,
hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
thud knocking niggas
teeth loose)
Bruh, I don’t fuck
with no cop
(Rolling
with that flow swamp)
Catch me over
stove top
(Rapping to
that coke rock)
(Passionless
in old Jive clothing,
with them
doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights,
focused)
Like it’s nothing,
cause it’s nothing,
bitch

From a city
that’s recession-hit
With stress niggas
could flex metal with,
peddle to rake
pennies in
Desolate testaments,
trying to stay
Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde,
and Brenda
just stay pregnant
Breaking news:
death’s less important
when the Lakers lose
It’s lead
in that baby food,
heads try to
make it through
Fish-netted legs
for them eyes
that she cater to
Ride dirty
as the fucking sky
that you praying to
So here I sit,
eye in the pyramid
God spit it like
it’s truth serum
in that beer and then
Disappear again,
reappear bearded
On top of a lear,
steering it
into the kids’ ear again
Provider of
the backdrop music
For the crack rock user
and the mascot Earl
Rawer than
the skinned knee
cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands,
lighter fluid
for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait,
who the fuck
you badder than?
Boy, oh boy,
I’m bad as burnt
pollo off
the grill and shit
Spitter of
the Little Nick,
nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter,
piff-blower,
plus I pillage shit

[Repeat]

Quit with all
that tough talk, bruh,
we know you niggas
ain’t about shit
Come around,
we gun ‘em down,
bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits,
weapons concealed
I’m ready to kill,
so test it,
all my weapons is real
Selling thizz,
couldn’t tell him
what the recipe is
Got ‘em wishing that
they never gave
these weapons to kids
Cheers,
send chills up spines
of fat bitches
After shows
throwing out sandwiches,
niggas get it
How they live and
I live for money,
other words,
I’m getting money
Little boy told me
when it’s time to ride,
they’ll send up
for me
Ain’t nobody scaring me,
niggas ain’t prepared
for heat
Tools hit
like pool sticks,
the way I cue shit
If this was ’88,
I would have signed
to Ruthless
’94, would’ve had ‘em
walking down
Death Row
First is
when the best go,
hate is
what the rest do
Voice inside
my head told me,
“Wet ‘em
if they test you”
So
it’s Raging Waters season
That yomper big
as Larry Johnson,
leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until
it’s only God
they seeing
Kittens soft but
in they songs
be trapping hard
as Jeezy,
I don’t believe it
But to each his own,
I ain’t tripping long
as I can reach
the chrome
Heat your home
like Southern California Gas,
police pass
Tell ‘em “Free Smalls,”
off Palm
with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as
the chief
for police armed
Raised
where the beasts are,
north of the Beach
A couple streets past
Baby J,
bony niggas
spraying K’s
Ruger
with the pork face,
Jewish
for the court case
Here to save you niggas
from the sorbet,
Coldchain

Like it’s nothing,
cause it’s nothing,
bitch