Earl Sweatshirt doesn’t seem to care if you’re paying attention to him. Over a spartan sample chop on “December 24th,” he drifts around the beat with a stream of oblique phrases that resist immediate meaning. He’s not trying to communicate, he’s talking to himself, turning the act of listening into voyeurism. Other rappers in this set, like his peer Vince Staples, are more natural showmen, but all of them force you to follow their stubborn lead, even when they smash through glass panes on “Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot” or fall into “Kush Coma”’s paralysis.