Shit, Earl got the sweats

Bitter brews and melancholic feuds stinking but still

Even inside his grief he shone bright Its gay, homies are glad then Solace came

Unfiltered, cluttered crumples pinking for clarity and pining for drunk tank pink understanding but Some Rap Songs cold

Left him cold, a vagrant mumbling of clashing vagues who vanishes

Reappears once more, locks locking him tight in his Baptist role

He a prophet with red in his eyes, red water in his lungs coughing up minute almost minute long sagas

Even baptized a drawn and quartered verse with lo-fi water but was quick to leave with a wordless outro

The messiah of the new genre 'dies'...

In the wilds forgotten by all but his hounds and the L cults, he was content, content till forced into civilization for he was SICK!

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Sick like a young earl, sick like 2010

A transfiguration for the L cults which swam shallow, fished aggressively and were not content with the slow-burning blush punches boastful but he was gone again quick like on-the-Mount Elijah

Not even 40 punchlines, only been an interlude

An old friend come visiting but is soon gone

An oldie come to reconfirm his best under 40 list status then vanish

Best since DOOM without the DOOMS, shout-out to Daniel and Dumile

Between Friends, the Cap’s always first and Between Villains, vinodemafy the first

Man with the musk, let him secrete something special then its off to shower in a jasper lake

And Earl?

Titanic on this shit, went under, back into the dark below

Will he be Jekyll or Hyde?

Jackal and eat or hide?