Fa†e - Oblivia lyrics

[Verse 1: Milo] Hoarding in abundance of nothingness Sitting before a buffet of knuckles and fists I guess I'm ruffled a bit Five fifths, and I'm no one's property Oh, you've been reading Nietzsche again? Preaching will to power to social deviants Who broke treaties in the sheep skin Elbows ashin' Shell toes matchin' Ignoble savage in the Thraxxhouse with too much pa**ion Feasting off the Gulag's rations Hardly dedicated criminals Whole team function like a faucet that also Filters out the minerals Mighty Negro with my spirituals Ruby Yacht in its most bountiful miracles Yanked from my shirt sleeve in the autumn of the patriarch Arms full of lazy art Arms full of lazy art I don't f** with Cubase I don't own a Cuisinart Enough about me, though, who are you? Wha-, What do you what? [laughs] What do you what? What do you what? [That is the-] What do you what? What do you what? What do you what? [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] I'm under heather grey candle light Wonder why I never play the satellite Never had a kite Or a spinning top Project cinder blocks Interlocked tight for the winter Shopping at K-Mart An adventure but I stay dark and ashy Part jazz seed, head first, heart lastly This is intent supplement Government workers lurking Frosted mullet tips They ain't never foolin' me though Distracted with incredible burritos And some self help nonsense Suppress it in the libido I keep my chest protected like I'm D-Lo Round as surround sound I flourish though Upside vertigo Downtown sign where the line Color Purple go My minds on the surface though In a train car rewinding the circle slow [Verse 3: Blu] Mic check, mic check, open mic check Shout out to Open Mike, milo To the homies Ramel, CC, what up? Y'all know what it is I wear my heart on my sleeve Keep condoms on my utility belt Break continents when the rhymes spit are visually felt Rhyme monstrous, felt pen tight, Tonka sh** Gin and tonic, chronic, hydraulic lift when I drop sh** Planetarium alignment axis, off topic, biopics, offensive line, carbon drop kick High five the LA skyline Hardcore hot sh**, like the center of the Third Rock is We got this locked since the triceratops Tell a hippopotamus that hip hop is trioptic Airing out the ostrich, underground hard sh** Tearing down walls with thoughts I spit conscious Until my ‘campus feels accomplished I wanna watch time tick sitting on my wrist And sit calm for a sitcom, but I flow krypton Knocking Superman on his feet with his kicks on