Hive

They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns Admitting the shit spit, it just burn like six furnaces Written to fix learning them digits and simultaneously Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he? One adolescent, fucking six nigga energy And crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga

Rhyme Scheme

Complex 7-part phonetic matrix: short-i sibilants (/ɪnɪʃ/, /ɛnəs/), hard staccato stops (/ɪt/, /ɪks/), an R-controlled /ɜːrn/ internal chain ('turn'/'interns'/'burn'/'learning'), multi-syllabic /iː/ end resolutions, explosive short-a percussives (/æk/, /æʃ/), an /aʊt/ diphthong couplet, and an open-o cadence (/ɒf/).

Producer Notes

Earl Sweatshirt constructs an intricate 7-part phonetic matrix, seamlessly shifting from sibilant slants ('finished' / 'menace' / 'furnaces') into a tight R-controlled /ɜːrn/ internal chain ('turn' / 'interns' / 'burn' / 'learning'). He resolves mid-verse lines on multi-syllabic long-e cadences ('simultaneously' / 'energy' / 'centipede') before transitioning into a percussive short-a assault ('Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle') and an open-o terminal cadence.