Earl Sweatshirt - December 24 lyrics

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 word yeah, uh, uh, uh

Allen with the picked 'fro
Answer in the outlet
Alley oopin' all the shit home
Powered-up, out for the assist
Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on your shit already
Big stone, granite and your fist balled
Standin' on the strip
Don't panic when the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti
And then get home
Tally up tally up the wins though
Don't think he said he pro-violence
But it's gon' be your problem if he did
Though i lived out the way, ayy
Palace where the Crips stay
Silent when the pigs came
Browsin' in his shit bang like two mallets
Too callous for your bitch taste
'Member when they had my grandmammy
On a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could
Have filled a fish tank
My doggy hit my cell
Say he got me off the strength
Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say
"You die and then you live, huh?"
Your heart and then your limbs break
Just catch me when I slip, bro
What's poppin'? Like a hip bone i told you
These niggas passin' like the Citgo
We passin', niggas know we keep the gas
Inside the spliff roll
The wind get the ashes in the end, bro
We been took your pass and your credentials
Uh bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk
Bad acid did damage to my mental
Show you right
It took some passages to get grown
They been called me savage from the get go
Uh