Prefuse 73 - 140 jabs interlude (Ft. Milo & Busdriver) lyrics

[Verse 1: Milo] My legs are twitching, I feel finnicky Everybody's favorite rapper is too f**ing gimmicky Reminding myself I need to read more Wa**ily Kandinsky Admonish the AdSense moneygrubber who lives within me While demonstrating to my parents that I can earn a living Take 140 powerful jabs to the cheekbone Convert that sensation into a moderately weak poem I am a laptop that needs to reboot for new software updates I have ignored my grandmother's phone calls for 47 days I have been a poor sport while winning at so many games I don't want to be remembered for a motherf**ing thing Google search how to break outta this Sartre cycle And use my middle finger to spread sh** on far-fetched idols I don't want to be remembered for a motherf**ing thing [Verse 2: Busdriver] Shao plug This frayed scruple told the stupid girl To come, my beakers base neutral I can't be remembered, because I'm your precondition You live in the wake of my dogma like a decent Christian My n***a you been lookin like a weary dog Where the d** outpacin' your resolve Everything going wrong but you hear applause Fitting the division never been an admin Wanna feed your synonyms to antonyms When the citizens trickle in with phantom limbs But nobody gives a f** about your outlook So this revery is so off-putting Like you're trying to make up for lost footing Long truth are you in the car Phoenix in vicious garb, acting like prison guards Enjoying them, just like you were from legend of zorro And me and my n***as can't pistol no sumners up Well he's a vocal man addressing that corvo Remember me, I'm a motherf**ing fake Come on, she just sound like she's upset Hey mama come on I'm just rolling up the blunts Don't remember me for my motherf**ing features Don't remember me for my motherf**ing fangs Don't remember me for my motherf**ing things I'm fed the grits of overdedicated kings I put some right in the swing But don't remember me for a motherf**ing thing