20 Wave Caps - Earl Sweatshirt/Domo Genesis

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]

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 until 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

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Doms while they ripping through the packaging to grab the sh*t

I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with

New patterns patty-caking with mannequins

Cause I don't like my f**king homies dip bruh they all

Jaw-slacking all 'em awe struck

And I ain't got sh*t but a pretty b**ch and cigar tucks

Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks

I swear these niggas is f**king 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 sh*t

And can a real ni**a 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 ni**a Travy out in Maui running two-mans

Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherf**king toucan

20 minutes burn a f**king quarter back to two grams

But I'mma dip I know you must have had it with my rude a**