ฟังเพลงThe Caliphate (feat. Vince Staples)

The Caliphate (feat. Vince Staples) - Earl Sweatshirt/The Alchemist/Vince Staples

Lyrics by：Earl Sweatshirt/Vince Staples/The Alchemist

Produced by：The Alchemist

It gave me no release to hope for peace we postal now

Over East corroded sheet metal my toe just found

He let it go brodie left the heat on the coldest ground

To wrap around the wound unwound

I poured the bruise blood into the sound

And let some of the bruise blood come out

Stole the crown grew out of poster child

Serve a few once I stir the stew on the stovе around

If you hit the county you better hold it down

Grab thе bounty left him on Downey screamin' on the ground

Cup runnin' over son of Ramona her poster child

The coast is clear they wanna act La Cosa Nostra now

When we was there they toned it down

How I'm supposed to smile

When cheese attract the rats police attachin' facts

They ain't PC they just trustees I had to laugh at that

We never talk just B-boy pose parolin' back to back

Soon as I clap they scat I been with all that jazz

I throw the pill like Uncle Phil revolver hold McNabbs

They tryna hold me back

Holyfield when I go to him talk

Ayy bro you know I'm not involved

We eagles on attack big dog

Talons full of snacks I couldn't kiss away my last

Gave all I had

I gave the mistletoe a tag

I know his clique'll crash my bro gon' rinse his filthy hands

Show 'em what you got and I can't promise he won't pilfer that

Slow your roll I promise you not built for that

Little man I'm eatin' I don't fast

Shady business in the black

Please observe the gone and dead

Tell 'em save a spot for them

The kid lost his collar then

Death be scraped up off all the chips

And left a trail of frowning faces and shakin' powdered wigs

Tell 'em blame it on my wrist it's steady as a scalpel's

Tell 'em I'ma face a thousand spliffs

The test of faith I passed the quiz

With flyin' colors then rubbed the vase I had a wish

Magic man find the funds to allocate and I'll appear

Takin' numbers

Death parade around it's grim but he ain't take me under

Trauma from the thickest niggas made it out of jams

In the mix stay at attention

We global

Gallivantin' gloatin'

Back to back with croski

**** 'em and they parents and the parasites they hostin'

You know you know me

Glock 32 I shoot like both the Kobes

Pop it when I'm lonely

At the seams throwin' twenties on her back like she Ginóbili

You ******* on the homies

Okay

Actually what what is the message you want to give

To transmit to the public to your listeners

Well I always feel that even though one is an artist

That we are first human beings

And we live in the same world as any other person

So that we as artists should never close our eyes

To what is happening around us

And the songs that I sing are just about my everyday life

And uh the things I say

Are those things that have affected my life