The Gut

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] I never say never or die, I say nevermind Cats is tryna nickel and dime me, you and what army? Use your simple mind, got fed up with nickels in the nick of time That goes for nickel bags, that goes for nickle nines The thinker drinking up the pickle brine who never gotten bitten Listen what you out your cotton picking mind? I come to poke you like a porcupine Face of poker, pop up like a Pokémon, c'mon I'm Papa San, bopping to the Bach and Brahms And fricking Rick the Ruler, playing it cool like I'm the fucking Fonz My Uzi weigh a couple tons, aimed at Uncle Toms So you can call me capitan more than a couple times [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman] Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see [Bridge 1: Edan] Flying saucers, iron horses, lying reporters Falsifying sources, ignoring higher forces, life is all of this Simultaneous, they tryna play with us Just listen to your gut (gut, gut, gut) [Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman] I always say "thank you" and "please", I speak Japanese Noons and evenings of eating on frank and beans had crippled my faculties And then when you factor in the factories Shit is worse than fracking by a factor of three My flab was flappin' in the breeze Now I set you free While I'm scratching fleas, either all in or you falling on your keys Whatchamacallit What you call it when you balling but you always getting T's Or when you bawling but you always getting teased, that's just like pulling teeth When signs be out of sight and out of reach Yo, honestly, get out a seat, go on a odyssey Check on the god that's either on the scene or getting sleep Sick as a dog and pissing on a tree and getting treats [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman] Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see [Bridge 2: Edan] Check it Philosophy, theology, astronomy, astrology The individual versus the colony Society, conformity, reality is none of these and all of these Just listen to your gut (gut, gut, gut) [Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman] For never and always, I'm spreading the Hollandaise I live in a modern day, hollowed cave I'm swinging the ball and chain at people that say that we are all the same I'm shedding the harness, I'ma motherfuckin' artist, mane Accepting the carnage was the hardest thing Guarding my garden was the darndest thing, my armor needed varnishing So now I'm straight into the heart of things My heart sing, a member of the starting string Who farts stink My favorite attributes are heart and strength My favorite art is woman, and my favorite part's pink Your fellow celler dweller with the feather in the ink Noah was overzealous, I'm selling umbrellas on the brink [Chorus: Homeboy Sandman] Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see Believe what's in your gut, and not whatcha see [Outro: Edan] Your man is saying he got some grams on the way in Asking if you wish to participate in the mayhem Your bank statement is saying nathan, you contemplating Play it safe or chase papers in great denominations Initially, your shit's amazing, fast cash 'Til a cat flashes a badge in your face, you facing incarceration You see your mother's pain at the arraignment Like what the fuck, I should have listened to my gut (gut, gut, gut)