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von Milo

What is that?
What is this?
What is this?
Huh?

This is an encyclopedia containing the Latin
Names of the ugliest parts of my insides
I′m choosing to use it like a compass in times of peril
No one taught me the language of rap song, I was born speaking it
My last name means blacksmith, and yours?

Oh yeah, I'm not a scofflaw either
Born from the racial tensions between nigger rigs and MacGyvers
The difference between Quantum Leap and Sliders
That is if you have an eye for
The mid-90s sci-fi sitcom
Used to listen to Mike and Nine rip songs
You think G-Mom, this seems
Strong
Good


Rap song writing qua black art aspiring
Now I only write in green ink like Matrix code
Peace to the Oahu monastery

Huh

My destiny is to write four bars in black licorice
Convert that to one stack then set
Out to redefine the term "nigger rich"
I′m very hungry
Done asking for table scraplings from neighbors who live just above me
Trapping seems in the vein of hunting
I abstain from only the one thing
I'm so sorry

How could I be so clumsy to
Thrust you inside a language game
Without affording the proper trumpeting?
Might make a beat from machete metal clang
I mastered the yeti ghetto slang
Like nicknames of nimble and tip of nipple metal fang


Milo last seen with a poor sport with more ass
Got a passport to import more for the oar stash
Short leash, long lash, Long Beach with bombast
I palm palm trees in my thought path
This is a mason jar containing a last laugh

It isn't at all clear to me why I should be alive
Kenny Siegel′s drums are not quantized
And presently that gives me purpose
I know what′s worthless and worthwhile and how to build a fortress

And I've always known

And then he opened his mouth so wide
All his teeth were showing
Rows, pews, banquet halls of teeth
And he goes, "I got this one song, it sounds like
I got this one song, it sounds like"

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Today they shook me down to my core
It′s nigger killer galore out there
The truth is a golden rectangle I tried to swallow
Look at the mouth tears
My nigga, I'm really out there
All five-fifths of my personage
What kind of burden could be worse than this?

How can I carry all these dead people of color?
All these black and brown and yellow bodies
Darion Hunt cosplaying was killed for his hobbies
And I love Mugen too
And that′s the thing, I love Mugen too
They gave us Mavis Beacon and slavish deacons

Who predicate upon, who pontificate upon
Who conversate upon but never hand grenade a palm
They find refuge muttering the patriarchy is on autopilot
With prayer beads and solemnity
We Urban Outfitters would like to make a
T-shirt out of your just-born soliloquy

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And the raw amount of psychic data that I fail to process
Staring at Cinnamon Toast Crunch boxes
And the raw amount of psychic data that I fail to process
Staring at Cinnamon Toast Crunch boxes
This is an encyclopedia containing the Latin
Names of the ugliest parts of my insides
I'm choosing to use it like a compass in times of peril
No one taught me the language of black man, I was born speaking it
My last name means blacksmith, and yours?