Текст песни Going No Place - Milo , Elucid

They filthy fucks
What else?
Mad clumsy
Saw him muttering in the corner about something
Yes
Capital-S
Bless,
Then grapple with stress
The vest was chartreuse
Bet,
He's part sleuth
And dark-art artisan to boot
Partition the loot
Disperse to veteran crews
Then reinstate the old rules
Warn the cynical sky scanner:
The Black man's Bruce Banner is an iCamera.

Going no place because i remember yesterday
Once wore his hair with a part like the Renegade
A little darker
But less handsome than Bobby Sixkiller
Came with two hands and smacks for Mac Millers
I shot John Wayne like Praswell
Scared straight
Bet them shitstains in your Carhartts
Was heartfelt

On the perfect day i tat my crew before seppuku
On any kind of list,
My name is no where next to you
Bet,
In group photos i wear the turtleneck
Calmly smile
With two lungfuls of purple cess
We could hit a joog or a lick
Turn your mans into food with my fists
If a mog fuck with me
He's in a dune or a ditch
Best believe.

That's not boasting
You were used to me rapping my booklist
Indeed
A nigga might look bookish
You could be next in line to catch a hooked fist
But nah,
Right?

And my little sisters out front playing hopscotch and she's like
"Dap Dunlop
Don't why i oughta
I'm the fly dundada
I'm the fly dundada"