Landscaping - Milo, E L U C I D

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

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

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

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

(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