milkdrunk

[Intro: milo] Courtesy the Black blacksmith forge From my hammer to yours [Verse 1: milo] Catch me on the south side nibbling Kallisti apples My spaceship is missing axles as well as roses The original snub nose is pressed against your liver The mind is a black iron prison If I go missing, tell the giver to be thankful History unravelling at my cankles, ghosts have no right angles Ay, I jot this as my son yell, just as loud as any gun shell From the pistol of a ne'erdowell It's a thousand pounds on my neck again, uh Approach the beat like I guess I’ll catch wreck again A most excellent specimen, must be held close to the light Blue jean neophyte come here Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style Try to touch the Wahoo Monastery Style They couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style (Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style) Monastery Style (Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style) Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style (Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style) Couldn’t touch that, they couldn’t touch that (Couldn’t touch the Wahoo Monastery Style) Oatmeal cookies in the Wahoo Monastery Style [Verse 2: E L U C I D] Space and sun, clean water, air we taste on the tongue No faith in just one, make haste, get it done Let me stretch out for a nano, it’s a blessing They say stress will flip your Kangol, disrespectful like a motherfucker I got a blood sucker in my family too, yeah, I’m talkin’ to you Peep the stooge in the camo, this fuckin’ guy Staring at your photo in the family album, no allowances Smoking like a Howitzer, cactus needles in the bowels of the bowery My services are hourly I’d like to thank my son for just allowing me to model What a privilege, it’s a honor What a privilege, it’s a honor If it ain’t in the pocket, it wasn’t mine Stuck my dick in the socket, I gotta shine Multiplying my option for true desires Who but I, we and us who deputize you to decide when it’s enough? I’m on the side I tan the life from out the sun, it’s that deep Me not preach spook science, I’m just a tree bearing fruit See who the ripest, idols in their everyday Slowly, how he slipped away Clouds of myrrh, hint of haze