Hive
Casey Veggies/Earl Sweatshirt/Vince Staples Lyrics
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Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men
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 writ it
"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
(Sweatshirt, nigga)
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
With stress niggas could flex metal with, peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
There's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
Little boy told me when itโs time to ride, theyโll send them for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would've had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
The song "Hive" by Casey Veggies, Earl Sweatshirt, and Vince Staples contains darkly intense lyrics that address themes of violence, drug use, and nihilistic attitudes. The opening verse by Earl Sweatshirt, which includes the line "Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked," is a reference to the late Harlem rapper and drug kingpin Alpo Martinez, who was known to associate with the infamous Supreme Team gang. The lines that follow describe Earl's flow style and its ability to intimidate his peers. He portrays himself as a "menace" who is willing and able to "burn" his critics and "dispel one-trick-pony myths." Later verses by Vince Staples and Casey Veggies continue the bleak tone, with Staples referencing violence and drug use in his hometown of Long Beach, California, and Veggies rapping about the desperation of trying to make a living in a recession-hit city. The song's chorus, which repeats the phrase "Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch," underscores the nihilistic attitude that pervades the lyrics.
The music video for "Hive" features the three artists in a dimly lit warehouse or garage, rapping into the camera while images of skulls, snakes, and other ominous symbols flash on the screen. The video's director, Hiro Murai, is known for his work with Childish Gambino and other musicians. The song was included on Earl Sweatshirt's critically acclaimed album "Doris," which was released in 2013. The album was named after Earl's grandmother, who passed away during the recording process.
The intense, confrontational style of "Hive" is typical of Earl Sweatshirt's early work, which often featured explicit depictions of violence and drug use. Earl has since evolved as an artist, exploring more introspective and personal topics on his later albums. Vince Staples, who was relatively unknown at the time of "Hive's" release, has since become one of the most respected and politically engaged rappers of his generation. Casey Veggies, who rose to fame as a member of the Los Angeles hip-hop collective Odd Future, has pursued a successful solo career and collaborated with a variety of artists.
Overall, "Hive" is a provocative and powerful song that showcases the skills and styles of three talented rappers. Its dark subject matter and nihilistic tone may not be for everyone, but it remains a notable entry in the catalog of all three artists.
Line by Line Meaning
Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked
I'll make a gesture of triumph once I receive a sexual favor
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
Make some quick money, perhaps by purchasing a flashy accessory
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men
My unique and powerful rap style that undermines and diminishes other male artists
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
They hesitantly retreat when I'm done, unable to match my talent
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen
Emotionless and uninterested in collaborating or engaging with other artists
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
If the label of 'menace' doesn't accurately describe me, then it's not worth considering
In turn, these critics and interns admitting the shit spit
Critics and intern writers are acknowledging the quality of my rap flow
It just burn like six furnaces writ it
My rhymes are intense, burning like the heat of six furnaces
It affixed learning them digits, and simultaneously
It helped me gain knowledge and money at the same time
"Dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?"
Proving wrong the misconception that I'm a one-dimensional artist
One adolescent, fucking six-nigga energy
A single young person with the energy and influence of six people
And crawling down fax like a rich nigga centipede
Moving confidently and smoothly, similar to a wealthy person's centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Breaking expensive items and forcefully taking money from someone's account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out
Aggressively displaying anger and chaos, these individuals have provoked a dangerous situation
Crack-a-lackin', like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Quick and explosive, like the sound of firing ammunition
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga
Cover your identity and remove your outer layers of clothing, showing your vulnerability and true self
'87 roof top, Bronson
I'm taking you back to the 1987 rooftop scene with Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
Driving old, beat-up cars while searching for high-quality marijuana
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Aggressive and forceful in the recording booth, delivering intense lyrics)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
(Subwoofers vibrating intensely, causing physical harm to weak individuals)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
I don't associate with law enforcement officers
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
(Continuing with my unique and unconventional rap style)
Catch me over stove top
Find me cooking drugs
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Delivering lyrics while under the influence of cocaine)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
(Lacking enthusiasm while wearing outdated clothing, representing a bygone era)
With them doors wide open)
Being transparent and accessible to others
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
(Lowering the intensity of the spotlight, but maintaining my concentration)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Acting unimpressed, because it truly is unimportant to me
From a city that's recession-hit
Hailing from a city suffering from economic downturn
With stress niggas could flex metal with, peddle to rake pennies in
Living in a place where individuals engage in dangerous activities to make money
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
Struggling individuals attempting to maintain a split personality, similar to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Many people hide their true nature, and Brenda remains consistently pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
Highlighting the triviality of death in comparison to the outcome of a basketball game
There's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Dangerous substances present in infant nutrition, while individuals attempt to survive
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Attracting attention with revealing clothing for those who desire her
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
Operating illegally, just like the heavens people seek divine guidance from
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
I am in a position of power, with an all-seeing eye symbolizing my influence
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
God delivers his message like a powerful and convincing substance
Disappear again, reappear bearded
Vanishing and then returning with a new, mature look
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
Taking control of the music industry and influencing the younger generation
Provider of the backdrop music
Creating the instrumental soundscape for various activities and situations
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Catering to both substance abusers and fans of Earl Sweatshirt
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
More intense and authentic than a scraped knee on the pavement
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
My words generate excitement and anticipation, like lighter fluid igniting a matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Pause for a moment, who do you think you're superior to?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
I'm exceptionally skilled and impressive, like overcooked chicken on a grill
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
I deliver rapid and clever rhymes, reminiscent of the mischievous Little Nick and internet pranks
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
Weak individuals are insignificant, while I excel and dominate the rap scene
Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Stop pretending to be tough, we're aware that you're not capable of anything meaningful
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
When confrontations occur, we take them out, resulting in numerous casualties similar to the Holocaust
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
Protective gear that can withstand bullets, and hidden weapons
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
I am prepared to end lives, so challenge me if you dare, all my weapons are authentic
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Engaging in drug dealing, but unable to disclose the exact formula for the substance
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers
People regret providing dangerous tools to young individuals, expressing their displeasure
Send chills up spines of fat bitches after
Evoking fear and intimidation in overweight women
Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
At concerts, distributing free meals to the audience, individuals acquire resources in various ways
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
My existence revolves around acquiring wealth, in other words, I am obtaining money
Little boy told me when itโs time to ride, theyโll send them for me
A young individual advised me that when it's necessary to take action, others will be sent to assist me
Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat
No one can intimidate me, as individuals are not ready to face the consequences of their actions
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
The impact of my weapons is comparable to the force of a pool stick striking a ball, the way I control the situation
If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
In the late 1980s, I would have been signed to Ruthless Records, a prominent hip hop label
Nine-four, would've had them walking down Death Row
In 1994, I would have had artists under my influence and signed to Death Row Records
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
The first artists to emerge are the most talented, while the rest simply express hatred
Voice inside my head told me, 'Wet 'em if they test you'
My inner voice instructed me to violently retaliate if anyone challenges me
So it's Raging Waters season
It's a time of chaos and turmoil
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
My firearm is as powerful as Larry Johnson, leaving your mother unable to bear children
Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
People portray toughness until they face death and realize they are solely dependent on a higher power
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
Many individuals act tough in their music, but I don't find their claims believable
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Everyone has their own preferences, I don't mind, as long as I have access to firearms
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
I will provide warmth to your dwelling, similar to the gas company, even when the police are present
Tell 'em 'Free Smalls,' off Palm with the heat drawn
Demand the release of incarcerated individuals, ready for confrontation with weapons
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Carrying weapons constantly, just like the highest-ranking officer in law enforcement
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
Brought up in an environment where dangerous individuals reside, north of the well-known shoreline area
A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas spraying Ks
A few blocks away from Baby J's location, thin individuals are shooting firearms
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Possessing a firearm with a barrel resembling a pig's face, which represents good luck in Jewish culture during legal proceedings
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain
I am here to rescue you from the mundane and ordinary, bring a refreshing change - Coldchain
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Acting unimpressed, because it truly is unimportant to me
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MATTHEW MARTIN, THEBE KGOSITSILE, CASEY VEGGIES, VINCENT STAPLES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men
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 writ it
It affixed 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
(Sweatshirt, nigga)
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
With stress niggas could flex metal with, peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
There's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
Little boy told me when itโs time to ride, theyโll send them for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would've had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em "Free Smalls, " off Palm with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
@Notactivessz
earl put his rhymes in his eye bags
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@jesseevans5358
Hate to be a buzz kill but that's loss off sleep due to Xanax :/
@goonies111
W
@bouazizforever
Jesse evans no, that's just his face
@drew6751
Imagine walking outside to grab the mail and you see this fuckery
@casper1374
Cancer Quality who gets their mail at night
@altairlbnlaahad1623
So I started blasting
@roclinton6879
Lmao