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take advantage of the naysayer Lyrics - Artist : milo
I'm the type of nigga to wear protective layering
Preaching loudly about the journey and the laboring I just to want to die in the name of something great Now, I don't wanna die at all I wanna grow and expand and consume whole galaxies A strong black man, moonlights as a cattle thief A strong black man, two stepping through banality A strong black man, who can't seem to grasp the handling Of reality, dog With its peaks and valleys And peeling wallpapers and bald haters Everything smells like staircase piss There's white people on spaceships, bare chests and face lifts It's all horrifying And I'm caught codifying my at-home deities Eating banana pupusas on Regan's couch again Listen to the Method Man song But act like my dad is asking those questions Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Do you know the deal, son? Is it really real? Something you can feel, son? You want the raw deal son? You want the raw deal, son? Honestly, who can say? I remember the art museum where Mike Eagle found Dubuffet I remember Meredith blessing me with Jean Genet And blowing my old life kisses, bombs away I remember packing an apartment into the three bags And driving across God's kneecaps to Lord knows where I'm more bored than scared How I learned to portion the orphan's share or be the burden bearer Working titles of my autobiography: I'm Probably Not the Rapper for You It's all love, it's all love Listen to the Method Man song But act like my dad is asking those questions Is it real, son? Is it really real, son? Do you know the deal, son? Is it really real? Something you can feel, son? You want the raw deal, son? You want the raw deal, son? You want the raw deal, son? You want the raw deal, son? If it's real, son If it's real, son If it's real, son Rode in on a Ruby Yacht, that's an Ark of... That's an Ark of Bones That's an Ark of Bones That's an Ark of Bones Had to ask him, "Why you fill me with these dark ass poems? " |
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