Open Mike Eagle - True Nen lyrics

[Verse 1: Milo] Before I wrote my first rap I learned how to be totally silent Made a necessity out of virtue And gallivanted as though pious Gee golly, that sure was dumb of me These Nike gum soles sure are comfy Oh God, there I go stunting Good Will Hunting Or good Will Mitchell That's Riley Lake I pull out two blades And decapitate a smarmy snake When I moved to LA my father gifted to me a broadsword He said use it in times of peril My mentors are two dark moors With more direction than dartboards We use our minds like pencils And we dress like spice merchants Preaching black aesthetic gospel Michael called it art rap so you wouldn't find it hostile [Hook] (x2) Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well We be zoomin', he got that true Nen [Verse 2: Milo] I feel like Basho with this vest on Scratch that I feel like Hisoka because my head's wrong I don't drink Pepsi Cola because my teeth aren't strong And I write rap songs for a living so I don't have health insurance This machine runs off hood magic and endurance concentrate I'm conscious of the pain and choosing to giggle quietly All my n***as are miserly All my n***as are miserly All my n***as are miserly All my n***as are miserly That's true [Hook] (x2) Kenny Segal freaks the SP rather well We be zoomin', he got that true Nen [Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle] He do It goes To the beat of a rhythm that you'd resurrect a Christian army to I didn't rap on Ken Can Cook cause I missed the barbecue Listen, listen argue positions, defend your barstool If you live in the desert pretend to carpool I live in the desert except there's large pools We're easily confused Used to pledge allegiance to crews Now I'm reasonably amused Every shade of blue is included in every story line With highly rated footage of Tiger losing at Torrey Pines My heart's in a quarried mine I've decided to leave it when the bottom is needed I shouldn't be excited to see it That's kinda conceited I see it, I could concede it I specialize in pyrokenesis, or whatever That's the kind of drivel I'll provide you as a child And now I'm in the straight shoes Pick up a grapefruit and tell it "I hate you" Your face cute, but your kiss is sour I get my predictive power from this liquid hibiscus flower, ow