[Intro: milo]

Yah Yah Yah

Yah

[Verse 1: milo]

Yet another, American Apparel tune

Feral coon, cat scratch fever in a sterile room

Reviewing Tim Kaine's relationship goals while peril looms

My materials will fail me soon

And yet still complete as a apple core

Rap remind me of the Apple Store

Too many geeks selling trinkets in uniform

Clay under my fingernails, etched it in cuneiform

Break out the nae-nae, then the Methuselah pop

And I feel like Arthur Miller when The Crucible drop

The tragic mulatto is neither

Ajamu Baraka with a Scyther

We are no longer an ordinary peoples

Occupy myself like an off-roading vehicle

[Hook: milo]

And that DJ over there, he tried to buy power over karma

I giggle softly like I'm Wilmer Valderrama

Hosting a show about "yo mama" jokes

Treat the last scene like an aphorism (like a, like a...)

And that DJ over there tried to buy power over karma

I giggle softly like I'm Wilmer Valderrama

Hosting a show about Yo Mama jokes

Treat the last scene like a, like a...

[Verse 2: Lorde Fredd33]

Need a straw for my holy nose

Which is broke as a camel's back, puff a camel in Camelot

Prod and poke, you get smoked like that

You more smoky than Smokey Robinson

Robbing some kid named Bruce, didn't want to do his folks

But shit, they shouldn't've moved, I bop like I'm from the 'Raq

I could prolly show you the groove, you kiddies lacking the drive

Set alarm and then hit the snooze

Responding to colored killings by taking pictures in suits

Keep telling me speak the real (You can't handle the truth!)

Who are you? Silverstein

Writing my pain away on the silver screen

Haha...*pew pew* And yet another tragic scene

Killed over skittles? No wonder they take magic beans

[Verse 3: YCP Beno]

Quell all the ra-ra shit before I get it shaking like the Parkinson's

See if niggas want the smoke, I got the maples, couple Swishers

Cement blocks up on your feet, it's laying dormant with the fishes

I play the game while y'all squad by the fences

Bogart a pussy boy? No Humphrey, I found solace in my dungeon

Fanatics want the work? Shit, I'm already punching

I ain't scared of contact, I'll catch a pass, Devin Funchess

Pristine, touchless, you couldn't touch this, I'm in the tundra

Ground zero, watch the world burn to sun

And money make it all better n' they'll take it all away if you let 'em

All I ever had was my soul and my essence

That's bigger than bowling balls, you got guns like chicklins

Never 'bout the chatter, boys like little women

Snickerin' and chitterin', little fiction bitch

My whole life is fictionless

[Verse 4: Signor Benedick the Moor]

Yah, walking tall, what is the essence?

I take pride up in my presence

And the presents that I learned is lessons

Feeling old, I know my death ain't older

Every day I take measures to warm my soul up

So I don't feel colder, keep the fire flaming

Even though they fire aiming at our friends and family, can we...

Continue? Yes, we sure will

That's our end of the deal, that is our sacred seal

For real, present the present and then choose

No left, no right, no win, no lose

Buckle up your shoes, uh, yeah, no Ponzi, just go

Oh, just let it flow-oh-oh-oh