[Intro: milo & John Witherspoon]

If you not a myth, whose reality are you?

If you not a myth, whose 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

[Verse 1: 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

Ro' 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

[Break: milo & John Witherspoon]

Huh (Yeah...)

Shit, y’all think I can’t do it

Listen to this shit

Listen to this shit

[Bridge: 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)

[Break: milo]

Tucked under my tiny t-shirt, a Sennheiser

[Verse 2: milo]

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

Ro' a globetrotter, lobe rotted from the pssh

Double clutching the mic, hollering for the operator

The audience snickers

That’s one clever (that’s one clever)

That’s one clever (that’s one clever)

[Bridge: milo]

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

(You need a vessel)

[Verse 3: milo]

Atop the high wall, Lord Mycroft at home

Sniper of piebald haters 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)

[Bridge: John Witherspoon]

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

[Verse 4: milo]

Clip a bar of zingers, pulled the trigger with my booger finger

We in the Guggenheim, hook, and line, and sinker

Brick wall applied physics for the modern blunted thinker

Born in my mother’s city in my fatherland

Time become aberrant in my other hand

Black Orpheus boogeyman

How to rap with a hammer post-Scribble Jam

[Outro: John Witherspoon]

Rap generation, man, we in a rap generation

We had our generation, man, I used to have my generation