Kenny Segal - Going no place lyrics

[Verse 1: Milo] They filthy f**s (what else?) Mad clumsy, saw them muttering in the corner about something Yes, capital-S blessed, then grapple with stress The vest was chartreuse, bet he's part sleuth A dark art artist in the booth Partition the loop Disperse to veteran crews then reinstate the old rules Warn the cynical sky-scanner The black man's Bruce Banner is an iCamera [Monologue] This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me I was drifting, going no place. Hypnotized by sunshine maybe [Verse 2: Milo] Going no place because I remember yesterday Once wore his hair with a part like the renegade A little darker, but less handsome than Bobby Sixk**er Came with two hands and smacks for Mac Millers I shot John Wayne like Praswell Scared straight, bet them sh** stains in your Carhartts was heart-felt On the perfect day I tap my crew before seppuku On any kind of list my name is nowhere next to you Bet in group photos I wear the turtleneck Coyly smile with two lung fulls of purple cess We could hit a joog or a lick Turn your man into food with my fists If a MAWG f** with me he's in a dune or a ditch Best believe [Monologue] I'm much too wise for sandcastles [Verse 3: Milo] That's not boasting You were used to me rapping my book list Indeed a n***a might look bookish You can be next in line to catch a hooked fist But nah, right? And my little sister's out front playing hopscotch She's like, she's like [Hook] Dap Dunlap don't Why I oughtta I'm the fly Don Dada I'm the fly Don Dada [x4] [Verse 4: Elucid] (Shout out to milo for holding me down here) I wear my pants how I wear my pants Throw up my hands, but I might not dance I don't really have a problem, that's just my face You're in my way When the roof ran dry had to float on faith Fathers in the hood never got much praise Baby blue for lawsuits in a dark arcade Half moon fade, unlaced kicks f** running from 'ops One way out please don't make haste In the pocket bringing foil to the tapas spot My name clears when the docket drops Hoppin' John on the first of the year Accomplishing the trip that was me switching gears Non-linear delirium, n***ardly idioms Dreadlocked Jesus take the wheel before I plow civilians I want you to feel, tap into brilliance Hudson River the city I'm in I'm chilly chill, what's really real? Blood spray on the gla** ceiling All my n***as need hugs for daily trauma dealings Highways kinda bub can't explain it away Day-to-day came in waves Wash over second nature, all grown up Get right 'fore I'm older, stuck Newport shorts and two bucks worth of cold cuts That's low, cus No love, no love K-N-O-Dub [Monologue] I'm much too wise for sandcastles My castles are across the sea Still within my mind