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Between Friends - Earl Sweatshirt ft. MF DOOM, Captain Murphy, & Unonimus Produced by Flying Lotus [LYRICS] [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] First off, I'm a 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 (coals) And surfing through brown (perm)anent germs that will jump off of it Hot doggy 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 Grimey socks and 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, running high the casualty and 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 new wang feeder [Verse 4: DOOM] Dreams, the Heat beam is like a laser level Aim it till it straightened out, do your best to graze a devil Bass and treble peaking Make sure they even Be fake and mourn (?) He break her jaw and teeth in Leaving creeping No time for weeping and grieving Deepen breathing Keeping on believing, it don't matter Owning all the data In the zone zoning owning microphone chatter Batta', swing! That's the thing he's known better for Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars Forget your applause Bet, pause Answer me these questions, three to get across Who's the boss? What size are them shoes of yours? We the wrong crew to cross True or false Don't look at him ask [Verse 5: Unonimus] Look around . . .you see all these snots next to you? Believe it or not, they're scheming a plot just for you They say they're your friends and treat you like God's best just to  Take advantage while you still think it's just all vegetables Carrots and peas, whatever, you never can see reality Bet you can see the pleasure in everything you've found to be Fame and admiration, respect for just being how you be Yeah, they'll always be there, unless they don't need your talents Because you ain't nothing to them, you're just another tool Another pawn, another piece to their newest puzzle fool Man, why can't you see their using you? Can't you see they only even noticed you because you know how to beat a Rubik's Cube? Didn't mean to get that personal  But what's so wrong with a nerd keeping a rap journal? In a middle school of cynical and idiotic imbeciles Who brag about their clothes and then kid about their genitals Guess I don't fit their rapper image  I don't wear the freshest styles or get the baddest women  I'm a skinny average kid with a different hat of tricks A rabbit up his sleeve and a fist that hasn't hit I hear, but without listening And don't try to talk, 'cause I fear that I'll sound differently from them So now my brains full of foul memories I guess that's what I get for hanging around enemies Note: this is just a remix compiling Earl's, Murphy's, Unonimus', and DOOM's verses on this instrumental, thanks for listening.