[Produced by Flying Lotus]

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

First off, I'ma start charging y'all per compliment

You give to me, see how much purse I can earn off of it

As far as bars, you heard wrong if you heard continent

It's incontinence, inconsequent turned sponsorin'

Rockin' a fur smock with some RC and

Go from rockin' a beat to just curb stomping it

Serve consonants hotter than hot combs

And surfin through brown permanent germs that'll jump off of it

Hot dogging with no condiments

Flow proper this show stopper be Bogarting it

Other niggas be going hard, and Early be going artisan

And lick fo' shot of the focus, more talkative

Too talkative, let the robbers in

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Off a couple Sake shots

Watching pot grow in short shorts and some soggy Crocs

Shoddy lot of black faces trading body shots

For all of the belongings in your pocket, park it

Hardly not, gnarly tots, nollie pops

Use a bit, it got me; then she buzzin' like a walkie talk

Staying gold like the only watch that Lonny rocks

Grimy socks, you know you don't wanna play with Papa Swamp

[Verse 3: Captain Murphy]

So unorthodox

Chillin' with a shaman, eating ramen in a parking lot

I brought a bag of dreams with me, breathe the kundalini in

Exhale the meaning and the feeling of Elysium

Even the reason leavin' 'em lost, lyrical boss, harder than most

So kill me, martyrs at most my Holy ghost

Host a party in 'em, I brought my unruly souven-

Here on her blouse like a "Yours Truly" steel pin

Ether (Ha ha ha); they can't get past the deep voice

Conceived in a Rolls Royce, abortion life, pro choice

Goth hop, put a beanie on pitch bent like a leanin' song

Learn to fly and high at the first sign that I'm dreamin' on

The Force is strong with this one though

Over 9,000 midi-chlorians say so

Really show no mercy, all master, no Percy

Show these little bastards in the journeys of my troubled mind

Saddled by your blasphemy, look at what you found inside now

You can't imagine me, run and hide, the Captain's here; fucking die

This is why we had to bring the guns out

Rattled neighbors' windows every night until the sun's out

Two dudes, two odd crews with strange leaders

Kitty cats, a couple blunts, my nigga, Wangfeeder

[Instrumental]

[Outro]

Are you trying to recruit me?

No, I'm just trying to share something meaningful with you

You can join us and be special

Join our elite mission to save the world

We can teach you special powers:

Personal power; psychic power

Past-life connection; telekinesis

I hate my old life

*Applause*