Milo ba al chiliagon swords ft. YC The Cynic Lyrics Milo lyrics

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I bought three roses with you in mind[Verse 1:YC the Cynic]
Goddamn
Tell em who the motherfuckin' man
YC overflowin' to the rivers of Sudan
Took a chick to Chick-fil-A while chicks parade to take my hand
Cracked the safe and combination / countin' cake in crowded places
Contemplatin' Plato's Zeno [?]
Duck and counter / duck and counter conversations, how rude?
Used to bang on lunch tables every new Pharrell tune
I done hit so many trays I played for Jimmy Calhoun
No payola on my payroll
No radio for pesos
Personalities be asking me to kick it like a sado / masochist
You the master kissing ass with lipstick mango
Bouta take a trip to Africa tell a master kiss my a-hole
Passin' spliffs and [?]
Acid trips and cakeholes
Pardon my aberration I be attacking different angles
Rapping isn't work / but now that rap's my work I gotta make sure every verse on every jam I get's en fuego / woah

[Hook: Milo]
In the marriage between eagle and snake, the parents are senile, and the offspring are in need of a break
The fire rages, through the night, flame is contagious but the heat feels right (x2)


[Verse 2: Milo]
Quixotic Zoolander, brown skin Bruce Banner
Bought a new day planner
I know my way around an orbital sander
I'm like Loudon Wainwright with plain fright
And then the calm descends
I don't mean to condescend
Sometimes the free thoughts clash
I feel like General Cornwall-blank
Flanked by a legion of well-led heathens in tank tops
As our banks drop from these student loans
It's hard to notice over the chorus of jubilant moans
Buttressed by a fortress built of horse shit
Norse gods with coarse armpits pled support of it (Hell
Now I walk down the palisade like I'm Moses of Columbine
That's a vigilant silence that can swallow sound
And I rendered unto Caesar his olive-tipped crown

[Hook 2x]