Earl Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis - 20 Wave Caps lyrics

Look for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world ends
Doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding
Know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming
Rule these niggas like a tyrant damn, Doms
It don't even seem like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em
Couldn't crack him, i'm a diamond
I know that niggas is finding
My progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm still applying till
I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted
Hope your head explode cry about it
But don't deny that Doms
Got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low
Pulling on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen
Thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging
Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
Still trifling, Loiter Litter Life
And triple sixing, ho

Doms, Doms doms

While they ripping through the packaging
To grab the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom
I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
'Cause I don't like my
Fucking homies dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
And I ain't got shit but a
Pretty bitch and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking
Out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is fucking phony
Smoking spliffs
And that's, prior to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus
Attractive lady
Where you headed with that shit?
And can a real nigga get a look at it?
Crook, panic-shook, ain't ya?
Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron
Ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy
Running till my foot aching
Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do rag
With my nigga Travy out in Maui
Running two mans smoking till I'm loopy as
A motherfucking toucan twenty minutes
Burn a fucking quarter back to two grams
But I'ma dip
I know you must have had it with my rude ass