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Mythbuilding Exercise No.9[Milo & Rodney O:]If you not a myth, who's reality are you? If you not a myth, who's reality are you? I like to rap, I love rapping Poets, poets, I'm a rapper myself I'ma rap for y'all Get the fuck out the way, brother, this some serious shit here [Milo:] Surrounded by Anglos in Almelo, thinkin 'bout Amadou Diallo Fit in like a shaman in Diablo, high note vibrato Evening sense of Sonderweg On Erowid, reading anecdotes about heroin, thinking of dead friends Who gon' notify Google? Schopenhauer fought ennui with poodles Niggas been swindled, bamboozled by civility and menthol nicotine I guess it's getting to me, musical chairs with multiple identities Neurosis generating energy, like how you lose focus looking for enemies Nostrum Grocers got the remedy, ain't no average MC ahead of me They purse yankers who thirst danger, worship anger Always clamoring for that artificial trap beat Bro look like the leader of the Dothraki, steering from the backseat Rarely at home, no, I don't bump they poems Reeking of charity porn, disparity worn like a letterman [Milo & Rodney O:] Huh Shit, y'all think I can't do it Listen to this shit [Milo:] Slurps puttanesca, watching futanari And it ain't a rapper walking who could harm me Slurps puttanesca, watching futanari And it ain't a rapper walking who could harm me (who could harm me) Tucked under my tiny t-shirt, a Sennheiser Acting out, undeserving of a humble brag It's simply me in my mansion of thumb tacks Monsieur Baron de Holdback, wipes his hands of reality And sets about creating new galaxies Love letters never sent, but I'm angsty like you read it My style like if Langston didn't edit Bro a globetrotter, lobe rotted from the pssh Double clutching the mic, hollering for the operator, the audience sniggers That's one clever (that's one clever), that's one clever (that's one clever) You need a vessel to sail the River Styx Ruby Yacht deliver complex messages simplest You need a vessel to sail the River Styx Ruby Yacht deliver complex messages simplest You need a vessel to sail the River Styx (You need a vessel) Atop the high wall, Lord Mycroft at home Sniper of pot, bald-headeds who roam too far from the city gates Misery states dominance on humans, so I cease to be that Living myth of the boom bap, living myth of the boom bap Boom, boom, boom bap Misery states dominance on humans, so I cease to be that Living myth of the boom bap (ba-da boom, boom bap) [Rodney O:] Look who's hanging out with the Falcons Just because you're on top of a mountain But what goes up, must come down, ho They ain't give a fuck about you four years ago What you gonna do when it starts sinking? Motherfucker, you'll probably start drinking [Milo:] Clip a bar of zingers, pulled the trigger with my booger finger We into Guggenheim, hook, and line, and sinker Brick wall applied physics for the mind and blunted thinker Born in my mother's city in my fatherland Time become apparent in my other hand, Black Orpheus boogie man How to rap with a hammer post-Scribble Jam [Rodney O:] Rap generation, man, we in a rap generation We had our generation, man, I used to have my generation |