Ryu drums (fat tummy riff suite)

Lyrics

[Intro: milo] Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, this a fucking hit-and-run Okay, yeah [Verse: milo] Mise en scène, I've never hit the creatine Ain't no muscles big enough to stop the guillotine Reckoning as an HD, vectoring Gadgets need Inspector-ing, or spit it like a lecturing, festering Circle, square, fade, clouds a purple gray The workings of a thankless day Nonsense like Motorola and Escalade I'm never hopeless, I wrote this with a fat tummy Scat funny and break dance lovely like my goose egg runny More than proficient—adept More than proficient—adept Remember when Al was spitting "Windswept?" More than proficient—adept Implication of an invisible third, a willingness Delicate circuitry somnambulates This Y-Blade and V-Spartan had the makings Of an oath in the peach garden Shit, who am I? Suppose I'm Lupe on a two-way, puffing reckless Nothing claimed, nothing tested Snare calibrated to pop your double-breasted I stay well-breastfed [Coda: milo] This is how we built the— brick by, yeah This is how we built the— brick by brick This is how we built the— brick by brick Scallops Hotel is the building