Busdriver - Manchester lyrics

[Hook 1: Milo] x2 I don't give a f** about you or your rapper friends I know I wasn't asking them to lend an ear the end is near [Verse 1: Milo] I have been a scuba diver Trystero, muted horn Rusty tuba supplier Nubile, Nubian A continental true MacGyver Loose screw night driver I've been reading cla**ified sections of the newspaper I'm burdened by a new labour Spoke in a hush, a hurried Marxist soothsayer Who's fumbling with the multi-digit pa**word I still call my dad 'Sir' I made a shrine out of bamboo plants A damn fool at first glance Will spam you at first chance I'm wondering who will be the bigger man Staring at my proud n***a hands I remember We were eating daffodils And it seized my gut like laughter pills The time between before and after k**s [Hook 2: Busdriver] I know, I know you want to tell me about your crew And all the things you do, none of which I think are true I know, I know you want to tell me all about you But all I really wanna say is [Hook 1] x2 [Verse 2: Nocando] I've had one hell of a life I got two sides to the brain I got three beautiful baby girls And I've had four minutes of fame If I had five mics in The Source way back in 1998 I'd trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted Yea, that'd be great Quick question - can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack? Cause it's heaven, while I'm inquisitive ask, where my n***as is at? Where my n***as is at? Ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this gla** but I'm bigger than that I pour some for my dad and his ignorant a** And make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash It's like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter I envy that square because a filter is what I'd k** for See this n***a pulled a nine on me That was my tenth hater I had eleven minutes of fame that I was planning to spend later In 2012 I was a rap - rapper, rapper for rappers 2013 I'm a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured No cast, like some half-a** absent band of actors No cla**, like a dropout No bra**, that's a cop-out Yea I'm colder than a who*e's heart in a brothel in downtown Moscow You see, life's a b**h and clichés are comforting like your mom's house So, f** the world with a lambskin condom on I don't relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog I'm a n***a from the future with a warped sense of reality The f** I used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality Maybe it's me, maybe it's your ban*lity I don't really know, so why try to explain? [Hook 2] [Hook 1] x2