mythbuilding exercise no.9 - Milo

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

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

Huh

Shit, y’all think I can’t do it

Listen to this shit

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)

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

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

Rap generation, man, we in a rap generation

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