"100 High Street" lyrics
Earl Sweatshirt & The Alchemist Lyrics
"100 High Street"
Focus steady and unbroken
I was resting on the low-end
My prerequisite to goin' in
I chief recklessly with no end
I went heavy on the dosage
Try and cop a hemi like my bro did
I reap everything I sowed in
It seem effortless with no stitch
It's we steppas bitch, ya notice
Cream preps in the cold wind
Seen Skeppy out in Shoreditch
He said the telly for the hoes
Keep them heffers off ya doorstep
Geese feathers under foreheads
Tempur-Pedic with the reaper, got the low deck
It wasn't easy, but we grown men
I really mean it like the song said
I gotta beat 'em like The Lox
Got my demons on the wall press
Forearms and feet on necks
I'm seeing green like I bought triss
They in the red like forceps
We beat 'em like a cheesy joke
Even when the freakin' horse dead
Quiet on set
The especially important part played by the mhondoro or the royal ancestors as protectors of the land and bringers of the rains is also recognized in popular song
[*knock, knock, knock*]
Silence in the court!
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- Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
album:
"VOIR DIRE" (2023)
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