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[Intro] The vocabulary, y'mean the vocabulary is so vast, so big I could-- I could make you a whole album full of stories Y'know what I'm saying The challenge for me is to make it, um, y'know, close to what I've seen, or my experiences, and still rhyme [Verse 1: milo] What's a selfie? That's not me, that's my chullachaqui The path is littered with many a useless tchotchke I'm Muriel crying, "Eustace!" in that building lobby Oh, and my Courage is such a cowardly dog Glasses look like jam jars, rap like if Doctor Parnassus Was an ansar, ancestor with a capital A You would sign a contract to earn a capital wage While we tenured in this deplorable reality It's a black V5 that earns my salary, impeccable memory I'm Salazar Slytherin by the salad bar, giggling Cause I seen that, cause I (seen) Cause I seen that, cause I (seen) Microphone on my shoulder like a bazooka that shoots a tooth My nigga I'm falling apart it's not so much the screws is loose It don't feel therapeutic just blabbering about neutered truths Now I got this Big Gulp full of words I gotta eat It's a burden to have to speak but I would never let them tell it Bet my barbaric yawp'll echo through the ages You remind me of how a parrot talk in stages Like the words don't belong to you Just mimicking sounds, sounds, sounds [Chorus: milo] Y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sounds That was imitating God trying to mimic our sounds And y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sound [Verse 2: E L U C I D] I love wild things wildly, I love quiet things quietly I wasn't raised this way, my mom, she keep on reminding me I talk like a man, but that means nothing at all I'm more than my dick and my wallet but that means nothin at all Say she fell in love with my hands, I love to play in her hair She only listen when I'm inside her, I'll stay right here Agency agents see I'm running, they wait for me This rooster's in East New York I'm up early enough to last to feel the rope Who needs work without the payoff? I voted for a human wage When living is a protest, I can't get free without you I can't get free without you, I can't get free without you [Chorus: milo] (One more time with feeling in it, hear ghost frequencies) Y'all was, y'all was, y'all was... Y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sound Y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sound Y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sound Y'all was imitating God trying to mimic our sound
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