Earl Sweatshirt is something of a prodigy. He shot to fame at age sixteen for his skillful rhyming, which attracted even more attention than the shocking antics and violent and homophobic lyrics of Odd Future, the Los Angeles-based collective he was a member of. He self-released a mixtape, Earl, before disappearing from the public eye — his mother sent him to a school for at-risk boys in Samoa. Now nineteen years old, Sweatshirt released his first full-length album earlier this year to wide critical and commercial acclaim, which was well deserved: Doris is brilliant. With a slow drawl and incredible sense of rhyme, Sweatshirt spits darkly funny, wickedly smart, relatable (to twentysomethings, anyway), emotionally and socially insightful lyrics. Never sounding as if he’s exerting much energy, Sweatshirt raps in a measured, densely layered way, with double-entendres aplenty, about such topics as his absentee father, who’s a South African poet. Vince Staples, another young Southern California rapper, will join Sweatshirt when he performs at Slim’s (333 11th St., San Francisco).