[Interlude] To all you marks [Verse 1: milo] No, no, I don't know this city well Yeah, it's getting windy on this pedestal I'm from the one black family in Rivendell If I told you my old name, you couldn't pronounce it well The ashy handed bandit with no scruples A group full of us useful Uncouth and too cool and always truthful Yes it's him, with that uber Soto Zen flow Read the Shobogenzo Never ?on tip toes and gems though? That bookish basket case Has a crooked ba*tard's face I'm not smart or dumb You glorify R. Crumb Call s** hot lines in Parseltongue You don't get embarra**ed when you fart in public I'm selling art in Dublin To a young republican Who suffers from impression that I'm under him [Hook] Gazing pa** the moon I think yesterday's sorrows I will shut these mards up like Edward R. Murrow [Sample] So shut your blood clot and listen Cause I'm bringing you the ill rendition