Earl Sweatshirt – Chum

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The youngest member of Odd Future, Earl Sweatshirt, gets personal in his new joint “Chum”. Rapping over a smooth piano loop, Earl discusses his past involving Samoa, his deadbeat dad, his adopted brother Tyler the Creator, and numerous other revelations.

It’s a good listen, a little appetizer for the main course hopefully coming early 2013. Rumors are the album will feature *deep breath* Tyler, Domo Genesis, Frank Ocean, Casey Veggies, Syd tha Kyd and Matt Martians, the Neptunes, Pharrell Williams, Thundercat, Samiyam, the Alchemist, Vince Stapes, Christian Rich, BBNG anddddd Ommas Keith. Stream and the album and check the lyrics below.

Stream Earl Sweatshirt’s “Chum”


Somethin’ sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche

[Verse 1]
It’s probably been 12 years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say “I hate him” in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it
Sixteen, I’m hollering with Tyler and skipped shots
I stormed that whole bottle, I’ll show you a role model
I’m drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn
Tryin’ to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offerin’ peace offerings
Think, weeze cough, scoffing and he’s off again
Searchin’ for a big brother, Tyler was that
Plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice with the trap
Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to to crackin’ locks up off them bicycle racks
I’m indecisive, I’m scatterbrained and I’m frightened it’s evident
And them eyes where he hiding all those icicles at


[Verse 2]
Time lapse, bars riding heart’s bottomless pit
Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss ’em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom this is
Feeling as hard as Vince Carter’s knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with ‘zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex fuck niggas’ll track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like I like attention
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right, like thanks so much you made my life
Harder and the ties between my mom and I strained and tightened
Even more than they were before all of this shit
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits