Pablum // CELESKINGIII - Milo

What a life under this quilted fleece

Where the wilted lease

Will to power and still to speech

'n cupboards they granny shoulda dusted

Maladjusted with a malaprop

Sack of 'ism make the pallet drop

Palindrome of the ignoble savage be- (oh shit)

I switched up

Steez-oww

Oh, one two?

Light flick, brutal wrist cornucopious

Still life waiting on a vista to utopia

Mister Satan pausing in the Hotel Scallops

Fuck with the timing of the whole swell ballad

By bar eight he could heal the old and invalid

Sweaty tooth cold for the pallet and bracket

Blackface Tarzan, tanned arms basking

Ted Danson with the Cheers, a dead man dancing

With his fears Lorde Fred call it Capoeira

To you Black Emperor Ferreira forever

On a terrace with a beret and Beretta

Maroon mood indigo

At a sinister place where rap feel pitiful

Applied research to make the force field subliminal

Political climate turn your old Earth cynical

How he get lost in a small room?

Custodian of the statue

Null set

Mhm

Yes