Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known by his stage nameEarl Sweatshirt, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, songwriter, musician, and a former member of the Los Angeles-based hip hop collectiveOdd Future. He is signed to Columbia Records, as well as his own label, Tan Cressida. Earl gained recognition and critical praise for his debut mixtape, Earl. Following its release, his mother sent him to a boarding school in Samoa until his 18th birthday. On August 20, 2013, he released his debut studio album, Doris. On March 23, 2015, the digital version of Earl's second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt was released; the physical version of the album was released on April 14, 2015 to acclaim. On April 28, a ten-minute song/EP named "Solace" was released on YouTube.
Early life
Thebe Neruda Kgositsile was born in Chicago and moved to Los Angeles a few years later. His parents are Cheryl Harris, a law professor at University of California, Los Angeles, and Keorapetse Kgositsile, a South African poet and political activist who left the family when Thebe was six years old. Thebe attended the UCLA Lab School and then went on to graduate from New Roads High School in Santa Monica.
Time Stamps:
0:00 - Verse 1
0:48 - Verse 2
1:32 - Verse 3
Why I chose this song:
It’s crazy what Earl was capable of at only sixteen years old! Earl is simply different!
Listen to it here: https://youtu.be/wQmJGXHnlZM
All criticism is welcome!
published: 09 Jul 2022
EARL - Kill (lyrics on screen) #RARE
this is one of my fav song by earl i think it show his talent as a rapper very well
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Music by Earl Sweatshirt - Kill
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
published: 27 Nov 2011
Earl Sweatshirt - Kill lyrics
I do not own any rights to this song.
[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see
[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
[Hook]
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em al...
published: 19 Apr 2012
Earl Sweatshirt - Kill Earl's First Preformace Back
Wolf Gang Kill Em All
published: 22 Mar 2012
Earl Sweatshirt - Kill [ HD ]
Produced By Ace The Creator
"Its O.F. Butter Cup,Go head and Fuck wit Us without a doubt a sure fire way to get ya mother FUCKED"-Earl
published: 19 Jun 2011
Odd Future - Orange Juice (OFWGKTA)
Odd Future - Orange Juice (OFWGKTA) Odd Future Wolfgang Kill Them All - Orange Juice
Time Stamps:
0:00 - Verse 1
0:48 - Verse 2
1:32 - Verse 3
Why I chose this song:
It’s crazy what Earl was capable of at only sixteen years old! Earl is sim...
Time Stamps:
0:00 - Verse 1
0:48 - Verse 2
1:32 - Verse 3
Why I chose this song:
It’s crazy what Earl was capable of at only sixteen years old! Earl is simply different!
Listen to it here: https://youtu.be/wQmJGXHnlZM
All criticism is welcome!
Time Stamps:
0:00 - Verse 1
0:48 - Verse 2
1:32 - Verse 3
Why I chose this song:
It’s crazy what Earl was capable of at only sixteen years old! Earl is simply different!
Listen to it here: https://youtu.be/wQmJGXHnlZM
All criticism is welcome!
I hold rights to all Typographic imagery made by myself - LK Graphics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/LK_Graphics
Tumblr: http://lk-graphics.tumblr.com/
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I hold rights to all Typographic imagery made by myself - LK Graphics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/LK_Graphics
Tumblr: http://lk-graphics.tumblr.com/
Music by Earl Sweatshirt - Kill
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
I hold rights to all Typographic imagery made by myself - LK Graphics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/LK_Graphics
Tumblr: http://lk-graphics.tumblr.com/
Music by Earl Sweatshirt - Kill
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
I do not own any rights to this song.
[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see
[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Cr...
I do not own any rights to this song.
[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see
[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
[Hook]
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em!
[Verse 2]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
I do not own any rights to this song.
[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see
[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
[Hook]
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em!
[Verse 2]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
Time Stamps:
0:00 - Verse 1
0:48 - Verse 2
1:32 - Verse 3
Why I chose this song:
It’s crazy what Earl was capable of at only sixteen years old! Earl is simply different!
Listen to it here: https://youtu.be/wQmJGXHnlZM
All criticism is welcome!
I hold rights to all Typographic imagery made by myself - LK Graphics
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/LK_Graphics
Tumblr: http://lk-graphics.tumblr.com/
Music by Earl Sweatshirt - Kill
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
I do not own any rights to this song.
[Intro]
Aw, nigga thought he killed me?
Alright, that's cool, we'll see
[Verse 1]
Strict top of the crop shit
Crushin' muthafuckas like moths in a mosh pit
Dollar cents since shit, sense I ain't lost it
It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit
Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness
Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist
Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic
Niggas gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it
Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' niggas on accident
[Hook]
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em!
[Verse 2]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch
Box logo, switchblade and cocaine
In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation
The hotel switch from Heartbreak to Bates quick
Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes
The crowd, go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with
Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it
Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit
Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face
With erasers and use Based God as his replacement
Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings
Eat puss, sweet puss got my tooth decayin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's
Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager
And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina
And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up
Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough
And by enough I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us
Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up
At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers
Flowin' like the muthafuckin' aqueducts
Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch, eat a dick
Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known by his stage nameEarl Sweatshirt, is an American rapper, record producer, actor, songwriter, musician, and a former member of the Los Angeles-based hip hop collectiveOdd Future. He is signed to Columbia Records, as well as his own label, Tan Cressida. Earl gained recognition and critical praise for his debut mixtape, Earl. Following its release, his mother sent him to a boarding school in Samoa until his 18th birthday. On August 20, 2013, he released his debut studio album, Doris. On March 23, 2015, the digital version of Earl's second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt was released; the physical version of the album was released on April 14, 2015 to acclaim. On April 28, a ten-minute song/EP named "Solace" was released on YouTube.
Early life
Thebe Neruda Kgositsile was born in Chicago and moved to Los Angeles a few years later. His parents are Cheryl Harris, a law professor at University of California, Los Angeles, and Keorapetse Kgositsile, a South African poet and political activist who left the family when Thebe was six years old. Thebe attended the UCLA Lab School and then went on to graduate from New Roads High School in Santa Monica.
Yeah, I'm eatin' shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca Bumpin' Flocka, fuck the drama Marijuana, been as calming as the fuckin' Dali Lama Your style common as a little league sponsor, from retarded kids fathers I'm a meetings shaking hands and adding comma's to my net worth Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt This the same effect, and less words Chillin' with this asshole who calls himself Sweatshirt This might be some of my best work Let these bitches dive in, head first Applyin' pressure when I put together letters I'm a king, i'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter These hidden treasures filling better than a million sweaters in Alaska Your raps are corny as, Nebraska Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya High as NASA on acetone, acid foam Talking trash like John McEnroe You a lil bitch, that's what the fuckin' cabbage patch is for Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult Up above my castle's moat, right into my fuckin' throne They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on?" Hell's chariot creepin' Her exposure's indecent Roll is similar to bakers dough, a bun in the oven Karma couldn't make her save it though Just playin' my music, you see I speak to her endangered soul God's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke Bitch, I really go bumpin' tonight Whether wrong or right, we rushing them right You know it's never been much for a fight But I don't really wanna be that nigga, I black out And you don't really wanna see that, nigga I mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hood You know it make us think revenge when the recipe cook Shoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shook I rap better than most these rap veterans Words so real that they had to be said again Speak sedatives, sedidate and we can set it off Pray I never let that weapon off So before I said what I'm done, so I write easier That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee If you comin' then God speed to you son to me Don't speak to me, quit it, I'm stuntin' Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs Sweaty want the dumb cash I'm done with bus ridin' She made the mistake for thinkin' he gave a fuck bout it' Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door Flow got the mouth, doin' duties like the task force Doobie and a passport, standing with a path forks Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I asks for Wayne trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switchin' through lanes Handling business on my side of the line were they ain't havin' it You know that sweet talk is cheap Nigga's ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read Stockin' stairs, really him Fresh from out the piggy pen If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch City burnin