Manchester

[Hook 1: Milo] x2 I don't give a fuck about you or your rapper friends I know I wasn't asking them to lend an ear the end is near [Verse 1: Milo] I have been a scuba diver Trystero, muted horn Rusty tuba supplier Nubile, Nubian A continental true MacGyver Loose screw night driver I've been reading classified sections of the newspaper I'm burdened by a new labour Spoke in a hush, a hurried Marxist soothsayer Who's fumbling with the multi-digit password I still call my dad 'Sir' I made a shrine out of bamboo plants A damn fool at first glance Will spam you at first chance I'm wondering who will be the bigger man Staring at my proud nigger hands I remember We were eating daffodils And it seized my gut like laughter pills The time between before and after kills [Hook 2: Busdriver] I know, I know you want to tell me about your crew And all the things you do, none of which I think are true I know, I know you want to tell me all about you But all I really wanna say is [Hook 1] x2 [Verse 2: Nocando] I've had one hell of a life I got two sides to the brain I got three beautiful baby girls And I've had four minutes of fame If I had five mics in The Source way back in 1998 I'd trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted Yea, that'd be great Quick question - can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack? Cause it's heaven, while I'm inquisitive ask, where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at? Ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this glass but I'm bigger than that I pour some for my dad and his ignorant ass And make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash It's like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter I envy that square because a filter is what I'd kill for See this nigga pulled a nine on me That was my tenth hater I had eleven minutes of fame that I was planning to spend later In 2012 I was a rap - rapper, rapper for rappers 2013 I'm a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured No cast, like some half-ass absent band of actors No class, like a dropout No brass, that's a cop-out Yea I'm colder than a whore's heart in a brothel in downtown Moscow You see, life's a bitch and clichés are comforting like your mom's house So, fuck the world with a lambskin condom on I don't relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog I'm a nigga from the future with a warped sense of reality The fuck I used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality Maybe it's me, maybe it's your banality I don't really know, so why try to explain? [Hook 2] [Hook 1] x2