Milo - @yomilo lyrics

Can you turn the beat up a little bit in the headphones? Check, check, yeah, check, uh Tight, yeah perfect Uh huh Umm Yo Milo why you always rap in pa**codes? 'Cause they a**holes Who don't deserve the whole So they fiddle with their portions I fiddle with my organs on parchment Yes I roll with dark men Failed draft-dodgers and n***as teaching at Dartmouth We was lurking Michael Larkin with the Midas Touch Eat at Perkins and resign to never being much That's the only truth worth memorizing So I memorized it Then made a memorandum to try to signify it Give it meaning, make it worthwhile Wear black beanies, make mix CDs with Turnstile Join a message board when your house burns down Find your forever shelter in the iCloud Follow the winding path Yo Milo why you front like you're enlightened? Because presently it's advantageous Now please tell me what the bad man's name is That's the same box that my 404 came in Do you think that your soul will fit in there? A metaphor about the winter's air Deployed via lawn chair in Los Angeles When Al and I was eating all air sandwiches I'll take beef for the bandeau and bandages I go totally commando when playing banjo hits In a palace bumping Shabazz Palaces Skimming the Voynich man*script Don't misplace the master's book of hours And keep a look out for the hook blossom flower Follow the winding path (I'll be you now) Yo Milo, what's the significance of the five fifths? And how do you mean you're the corduroy coon prince? I thought I heard you say you don't exude hubris Yo Milo, you make my very favorite n***a music In my own blood I wrote it on pig skin We need poems that k** I refuse to be yesterday's victim Cordial reminder of Being Big-B A cordial reminder of Being Big-B It's that amethyst poet If I wanted to be the illest rapper, you would know it 'Cause I would tell you It's that amethyst poet If I wanted to be the illest rapper, you would know it Been a couple false starts but we never end A paradox in a pair of Docs I pare the locks while they parrot ops I'm not a rookie or a veteran Young sage of the tree-tops Burn sage while I plot on their weak spots Two step in the sage-colored Reeboks The beat knocks Vegetarian, I do not eat ox tails Deploying Oxford commas at will (I kind of fuddled it)