NoCanDo - Sophistry and illusion lyrics

[Verse 1 - Milo] The wound is the place where the light enters So I stuck my right paw in an ice blender I tend to ruin something nice and delicate I've got the wingspan of several mighty pelicans It seems like every a**hole in the multi-verse Has found their life's purpose in the multi-verse So I got down on these ashy knees And begged forgiveness for the same blasphemies That I'd finger painted with pap smear yeast And bloggers had called my masterpiece But they couldn't pronounce it right I'm feeling mad anxious, cranky and boneheaded Home alone with some filthy animals and we're undressing The subtext to a stressful lesson Like I used to skip my string instrument sessions Inhale deeply, thought I smelled the cedars of Lebanon Mistook my notebook as Flowers For Algernon Dark storms, thunder and mad lightning IPhone Notepad app don't look like my handwriting I couldn't see you with my moon goggles Now I run art rap, it's a boondoggle and it seems right I think I'm Steve Reich They called me Steve Urkel But now I'm Prince Nelson, and my cloak's purple I dare say you act funny I'm drowning out your poopy rap songs with Thomas Pynchon audiobooks that I bought with rap moneys Don't sound so surprised when I tell you I'm Mr. Mojo Risin' [Verse 2 - Nocando] My heart shattered the shards in my shirt pocket Knuckle all scarred from sparring inert objects Shots in my collar and I call into work tardy My counterpart called me to party in her body Guest list, guess I won't stand in line And she got a door man, what kind of man am I Bra** knuckles on the hands of time Oh, baby, did they bust my lip, did they black my eye Did they crush my dream, did they smash my pride Did they change my trajectory, nah nah nah See, I'm zen like the Dalai Lama Ignite the marijuana magic wand and Cali ganja If I tell a lie it's white than Obama's mama Had to lay that just been delighted with dodging drama My n***a, my Nietzsche won't acknowledge karma I'm feeling so sublime all the time Rest in peace Brad Sleeping by yourself at night makes you feel like a sleazebag Reading by yourself at night makes you write pretty deep raps And these raps, make these pretty b**hes pull out the knee pads And pray to the god of Hellfyre, wherever the that f** he's at But Jimmy's here with a set of blood diamond tipped tweezers Pulling blackhead magic out of Jimmy's beard Watching these normal n***as behave pretty weird Now I'm a normal n***a, and that's pretty weird