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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 nigga rigs and Macgyvers
The difference between quantum leap and sliders
That is if you have an eye for
The mid-nineties Sci-Fi sitcom
Used to listen to Myka 9 rip songs
And think "Gee 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 Wahoo Monastery

My destiny is to write four bars
In black licorice
Convert that to one stack
Then set out to redefine the term "nigga rich"
I'm very hungry
Done asking for table scrapplings
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 fangs
Milo last seen with a poor sport with more ass
Got a passport to import more for the war 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
[*laughter*]
It isn't at all clear to me why I should be alive
Kenny Segal's drums are not quantized
And presently that gives me purpose
I know it'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've got this one song, it sounds like;
I've got this one song, it sounds like"

People of color coloring [ad-libbed several times]
(HEY! You can't do that!)
People of color coloring [ad-libbed]

Today they shook me down to my core
It's nigga 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
Darrien 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 auto-pilot"
With prayer beads and solemnity
We, Urban Outfitters, would like to make a t-shirt
Out of your just-born soliloquy

People of color coloring [ad-libbed several times]
(HEY! You can't do that!)
People of color coloring [ad-libbed]

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

People of color coloring [ad-libbed several times]
(HEY! You can't do that!)
People of color coloring [ad-libbed]

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?





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  1. C.... L....

    "It isn't at all clear to me why I should be alive"

  2. T.... ....

    i come back to this so frequently i love this so much. you and deca, and many other rappers out there speak beautiful words. i'm grateful for them and you and the ability to listen to this banging ass song

  3. J.... B....

    YO DID HE JUST REFERENCE “Doomsday” by MF DOOM?!? 1:37

  4. J.... W....

    ❤️❤️❤️

  5. N.... T....

    This song is so painful..

  6. T.... K....

    Chief said this is his alarm tone

  7. T.... ....

    i love you milo thank you milo for this

  8. D.... K....

    These raps are urgent and necessary.

  9. B.... J....

    Dārgakmens

  10. F.... D....

    "HEY,YOU CAN'T DO THAT"

  11. S.... ....

    'soliloquy' is a hard word to say quickly.

  12. J.... K....

    why can't all rappers be poets

    J.... K....

    All rappers are poets.. look up the definition of poet and then look of the definition of poem and you'll see what I mean. But I get what you're saying you mean why can't all rappers be this poetic. Theres nothing wrong with that question

    J.... K....

    Let people create the art theu want to. A rapper is by definition a poet regardless

    J.... K....

    My heart just cried to that bar, JK

    J.... K....

    Albert Wesker there’s poetry and prose mane

  13. P.... V....

    amazing. wow

  14. F.... G....

    I love Mugen too...

    F.... G....

    I love Mugen too

  15. p.... ....

    what is that, huh?

  16. F.... L....

    Color of People

  17. n.... ....

    so good

  18. M.... R....

    I wanna colab with this guy

    M.... R....

    and who r u

  19. U.... ....

    I think I'll drink Milo tonight.

    U.... ....

    beat energy gap

  20. A.... ....

    HOW AM I JUST HEARING THIS?? THIS IS INCREDIBLE

    A.... ....

    Airøspace go back and listen to toothpaste suburb and things that happen at day/ things that happen at night you won't be dissapointed

  21. V.... F....

    fucking gold

  22. G.... M....

    The name of the sample please ?

  23. S.... ....

    How relevant this song is now...

  24. F.... _....

    29/2016/06 <3

  25. W.... U....

    Good Warrior

  26. E.... P....

    god damn that part about all 5ths of my personage...god damn...

    E.... P....

    milo has some really good lines

  27. J.... C....

    beautiful

  28. E.... ....

    holly shit, this is amazing

  29. T.... ....

    Love this, man. Your spoken style reinstates the Beatnik spirit.

  30. D.... H....

    "People of colour colouring"

    D.... H....

    Devin Hobdy HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!