The Cut

[Verse 1] Pick a puddle with the bridge and tunnel tumbleweed I somersault with someones who ain't fucking with that doublespeak Barely up for single speak, don't run up on some fun police If something tougher isn't done unplugging all your puppy teeth I can't explain to y'all how much time I don't have for this Infinite amounts that ban exactly it, let's pack it in Or spin some actual axes at each other, happy hunting The trick is how to trap and stuff what's added up to nothing for so long It's like throwing a book at a ghost You could damage the book, plus they just poof into smoke It's like fumbling your phone to get a photo of a Bigfoot Then failing to convince your friends it isn't just some tributе With a trickster and gorilla suit, then you're quеstioning your own account of things Maybe that close encounter wasn't how it seemed Find me in the truck, sizing other drifters up Hi-C in the cup [Chorus] Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!) Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!) Ooh [Verse 2] Trap doors open up and swallow my lame guests You're welcome to stop in, just watch what you say next I get 'em saying less at the station that doesn't take requests We play from traded cassettes and the straight-to-VHS We read off Trivial Pursuit cards from the Goodwill Porting bagels from Long Island to a mountain over Whoville Then repel into the foothills, waving from the wavy lane Radio silent, running errands on a '80s shape Radio flyer pulling prey to the fire I'm in the area ashy, my name engraved on my lighter Swap myself into a frame at the neighborhood diner That's the kinda game we admire Rooftop of night market, eye a mark in a thin crowd I shimmy down the closest pole, behold the old get-in get-out Dicey little mutt, winding other littles up Hide your chicken club [Chorus] Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!) Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!) Ooh [Verse 3] Brick roads come in many colors There's many different wizards and vigilante justice And simple family functions that should come with panic buttons And learning how to always hunt your supper standing upwind Jump up, tuck, spin, land on one knee Fist down, split this town along Jump Street "Where you learned that one?" I actually never done that before I black out and death becomes you and yours Woke with blood on my mouth, went to wash up at the Applebee’s Cut my hair and disappear into the commonality Then hear about some massacre on the news at eleven What kind of monster would be moving so reckless If it's up, then I give a fuck who approve of the message I'm in the mood to mush a lieutenant, come root for the menace Ooh, hiding in the shrubs high or writhing in the mud Might be in a cult [Chorus] Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!) Yo, I be in the cut, the cut, the cut, the cut Yo, I be in the cut (Woo! Woo!)