[Verse 1: milo]
Busy myself with making understanding understood
Stand tall under thatched hut roof forming discord's tunes
At the House of Pizza, ate a slew of mozzarella sticks
Feeling like a rescue team helicopter, that’s propeller sticks
We be the rap what Keynes be Locke
Face froze like he seen Leviathan enter the spot
Is he poor writing emails to Saint Isidore
Response letter read "Milo needs to get out more"
The true heir of Isildur, bumbling black Seto Kaiba
Can still taste the riboflavin in your saliva
Still humming along while civilizing an 85'er

[Hook: milo] (x2)
If the gesture were infinite and this were a tennis court
I would’ve participated, I would’ve been a better sport
I would’ve tried a little harder, I would’ve been like yeah

[Verse 2: milo]
When I roamed never paid attention to which way
Left pocket was a dual action comb switchblade
Carving a n***as face will simply end all this dismay
Pick your poison or destiny
It’s not important to present the best to me

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: milo]
At a point in life where I refer to microwaving as cooking
And the nasty thing is brewing or looking
At a point in life where I prefer AC to Zephyr breeze
Much rather a symphony of simple things colluding
Masses obtrusive intruding
I’m holding onto the little things
I’m pompous and little green
But cautious to never grasp the prophet for a little spring
Need a large summer to hide the prophets of dark wonder
Rapped until he could afford to purchase the building
Of sorcerer, really a sorcerer building

[Outro: milo]
Landed gentry in the service of Hellfyre computer club forever and ever, amen