This version is definitely a demo and most likely not the final version. Mixing sounds a bit rough and it’s missing the end hook “I’m only leaving because I have to, my friend” from the live version.

Earl Sweatshirt - Plugged In (Unreleased Demo) (prod. by Argov)

RinseCycle (outro pt2)(prod. Divided).wav

tear it down

what made you think?

*PRIVATE PROPERTY: NO TRESSPASSING*

Lyrics: Yeah
Okay, like

I get up in the booth 'cause that's my therapy
I got a lot to lose but that ain't scaring me
The Doomsday Clock is ticking carefully
Kids is starving so it don't feel fair to eat
I'm tearing beats these pages filling up a lot
Ain't hearing me it's time to turn it up a notch
The Doomsday Clock is ticking carefully
The Doomsday Clock is

Yeah
Diplomatic immunity
I hate burning bridges but fuck it that's between you and me
A father and a Muslim the biggest stamps on my Eulogy
Quarter life I'm talking 'bout headstones
I document my journey through these sounds in my headphones
I'm headstrong
Lost a couple friends 'cause they dead and some of 'em dead wrong
Several of 'em dead to me especially when they message me
I don't gotta answer or reach my hand you ain't next to me
Enough with the banter keep it P my darling
Trynna put my all in sorry if I'm exhausted
My contacts is bosses, penitentiary callers
Some of 'em it's love but I can't get too involved with
This Saratoga no Sangria
Hands in the dirt like a Anteater
Ralph Lauren denim quilt gotta hit the damn cleaners
Never let her touch my locs she did my man greezy
Going Baywatch on the tidal wave
I know they watch not a lot to say
Need a safe spot let my Ahki pray
Need a safe spot

I get up in the booth 'cause that's my therapy
I got a lot to lose but that ain't scaring me
The Doomsday Clock is ticking carefully
Kids is starving so it don't feel fair to eat
I'm tearing beats these pages filling up a lot
Ain't hearing me it's time to turn it up a notch
The Doomsday Clock is ticking carefully
The Doomsday Clock is
Yeah

Dear diary, seen them YN's eyeing me
Penny for your thoughts
Is it problems or you ain't fly as me?
The simplest of gems was please and thank you, eat your broccoli
Bring back the OG's, bullying, shame, and modesty
It's a shame they made a mockery trynna copy me
Too good for the hood nah let's not forget about "spot me T"
Ain't no flockin' wit me stay cool, calm, collect 'cause it's hot in these streets
Ain't no option for me, know I own everything can't hop in a lease like
I'm fume running I vroom rubber
I'm dune buggying blue hunnits
I know harsh Winters and cruel Summers
I know playmakers and store runners
Voices in my head they talk to me, they understand
Closest to me just push that button I'm on demand
When he told me you did what it's really blowing mine
Like come again
I'm turning up I could never turn fed on my brother man

ALL PLATFORMS

CAREFULLY [Prod. Aytchpee]

"BEEHIVE"

first single off of upcoming album 25

produced by rajj

EVERYWHERE

Beehive

Produced by: 4Daez

This track is all killer no filler. Each bar has a meaningful rhyme scheme or witty punchline to accompany the nostalgic instrumental.  When creating this song, I rapped it as if I was rapping a freestyle on a radio show or joined a cypher on the street corner, which is how i intend to perform the record.

Everything about this song bleeds underground, gritty, east coast hip hop, from the delivery down to the mix — a dying art that T Clipse will not let got extinct. Lonestar is the shining star of hope for fans of cyphers, freestyles, and organic rap that comes few and far between

LONESTAR (Freestyle)

Written/performed/mixed by: T Clipse
Produced by: Rajj

LYRICS: I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ
All my shit gas propane
They wanted me in that bag okay
I pray I don't crash no brakes
Try me you gon' get embarrassed okay (Okay)

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (I-95)
I'm on they ass okay
I'm not alright but I act okay (Okay)
Let's keep it a stack okay
Segregated like the past no lames
Lets keep it on wax okay
Thought I was gonna come in last no way

Might take yo bitch out to Coldplay
Might take yo credit card and split it with the brozay (Yeah)
I can go back to the old ways
Might buy the whole thing Hov at the Barclays (Forreal)
Cant post the Lo thats a hot play
They popped Pop Smoke like right where LeBron stay (Damn)
Turn a big fish into shark bait
Pass me the woods real shit it's been a long day (Real Shit)
But I still hope for a long life
Too bad my heart too cold like Klondike
He been sending threats on the net so its on sight
New pack hit like All Might
The money be horny it fuck with me
Wasn't watching Dora turned on Discovery (Yeah)
Watch out who you lose to death cause it come in 3's
Cause and effect wanna win gotta hustle clean

I lost some people forreal this year I couldn't grieve
Rolled up my heart wit my sleeve
Strapped up the boots
I got a daughter to feed
Organic bottles ain't cheap
I done got fleeced
They stole some paper and products that really ain't nothing to me (Nothing)
You took my time, you took my passion and drive
And that really be cutting me deep

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (Yeah)
All my shit gas propane
They wanted me in that bag okay
I pray I don't crash no brakes
Try me you gon' get embarrassed okay
I can't go back to the

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (I-95)
I'm on they ass okay
I'm not alright but I act okay (Okay)
Let's keep it a stack okay
Segregated like the past no lames
Lets keep it on wax okay
Thought I was gonna come in last no way

#25

I-95

Produced by: Rajj
Written/performed by: T Clipse & Rich Cinco
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: T Clipse @ Zen Studios 

LYRICS:

Okay
Yeah

Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Yeah)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (Never)
Ion got opps I got fans on the bleachers
Pray, I dont talk to the reaper (Fanned out)
Got a white boy like Beavis
He move Addys like switching up leases
Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Forreal)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (My heart crossed)
They don't want that they vegan
I pray to God I don't talk to the reaper
I be out lakeside peaceful (Uh yeah)
Switching up visas like I was illegal

Pockets stay big like Precious (Big)
Shorties want a ring like Sméagol (Yeah)
Ion do 21 questions (At all)
Only one is you gone leave me? (Let me know)
I just signed a new deal forreal 
Go ahead and front me the bill (Front me the bill)
If it's a crime to be this real 
None of u niggas in jail

Feel like Lil Zay how I'm ballin these hoes 
Bad bitch in the spot and you know Ima fold
With the gang real close whether right or we wrong 
We don’t listen for shit gotta keep me a pole 
Ova East by the bridge had to link wit my Zoe 
Said he got me a play on the route Ima go 
But I had to come back tell dukes that I'm gone 
She don’t like what I do when I'm leavin' my home (Leavin' my home)
Put the V up in sport had to go beat the road 
I ain’t do it for free need a band for the show 
From the Bean to the Den full of pounds of that smoke 
I ain’t stopping for nothing blowin' clouds of that dope (Blowin' clouds of that dope)
Blowin pounds of that dope 
And I really don't care what you on 
If you goin then leave me alone
On my phone talkin' shit like you think you the one (You think you the one?)
Next time sayin baby come home
What you on bitch you think that I’m dumb?
Tryna be where I'm at 'cause I'm up 
But I been doing shit and it really ain’t nun' (It really ain’t nun')
Big hits knockin' shit out the park 
Ima slime lil nigga after dark 
I ain’t done bitch this just is a start 
Get the fuck out my face if you ain’t on what I’m on (You ain’t on what I’m on)
You ain’t what I’m on 
Bitch leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
Get the fuck out my face if you really ain’t goin (You really ain't goin?)
You really ain’t goin
You don’t like what I’m on
Just leave me alone

Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Yeah)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (Never)
Ion got opps I got fans on the bleachers
Pray, I dont talk to the reaper (Fanned out)
Got a white boy like Beavis
He move Addys like switching up leases
Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Forreal)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (My heart crossed)
They don't want that they vegan
I pray to God I don't talk to the reaper
I be out lakeside peaceful
Switching up visas like I was illegal

CROSS MY HEART

T Clipse

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