Milo - No Translator lyrics

[Intro: milo] Is this God talking? Can you translate? I was told that if God were talking there would be a translator There is no trans - am I supposed to translate then? I'll do my best [Verse 1: milo] Rap music is deep folk I wear a green cloak like Gon, son of Ging I'm conscious of this one thing I dance on tip-toes like Mama Coss[?] I don't read Ram Da** Fearless sort of boy In No Fear corduroys Peerless otherwise with a pap smear [??] Motherf**er, rhymes fly over backpacker beats It's f** a nine-to-five, I've disasters to eat [Verse 2: milo] Playing Mick Jenkins for strangers to watch their faces I pretend I wash their faces Lost in places, never in translation There's never going to be a translation My skull holds as much as a wicker basket can Stone-faced and staring like alpaca man I'm on tour in a packed rental van Google image search "dental dam" Then force quit Safari Cut a record for two joysticks and an Atari I'm an idiot [Verse 3: milo] The anonymous corroborator You don't understand my functions like car carburetors Oscillating awkward favors Reading Sense and Reference Don't have the sense to reference The second-to-last winner of Donald Trump's Apprentice Bill Gray demeanor Had a nervous breakdown in Carl's Jr.'s over Carl Senior The fourth man of The Ahmad Jamal Trio Son of Mike Ladd whipping a Chevy Geo Of course it was chartreuse Said "milo's my favorite rapper, he only rhymes harsh truths" I'm more of a calm bystander Cold eye scanners try to trademark the stage banter Groaning to roll out of a Toyota Sprinter Never judge an Ayatollah by his whiskers Sounds like he wrote his rhymes in whispers It sounds like he wrote his rhymes in whispers