Catfish

[Intro: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman] Yo, I go first I'll go first All right, man I'll go first [Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman] You'll understand my sense of urgency I'm the cat that put "emergence" in emergency More than a half a mind to save my whole community I'm just not certain what something like that'll do to me Sandy's on the mound and pitching for the home team All the information's listed on the home screen Once I start it, ain't no switchin' out to Plan B Once I start it, ain't no screaming out, "It can't be" You can catch the bluest ribbon in the Red Sea You can catch the true and living in the Dead Sea Magic lingers whilе the fingers on your screen scroll Pleasе believe it—you can read it in the Sea Scrolls Fortune frowns on anybody out to take lives If you're considering a silly thing, then take five I am avid as I'm having me a great time I'm aware you might have heard this through the grapevine When I'm chompin' on the bit, it ain't a bit dull If you want it, you can get it through your thick skull See, I grew up on Atari playing Pitfall See, I grew up on safari of the brick walls I'm a composite of many different aspects I'm a undercover operative of Aztecs Bastian riding Falkor, tryna spot Artax Examining the outdoors for the spot marked "X" Behind the wheel of True's Land Cruiser, I cruise land Listen and you'll hear it—it's the spirit that moves man Picking out a jacket for highjacking a news van Rappers don't know diddly, but me, I'm a bluesman I be on it like I saw it with a bird's eye If it's doable, I done it on my first try Breaker, breaker, peep the phantom about to break fly Every bit of data fatter than a steak fry Doin' what I gotta to remain on the blacklist Up until you find out that was only a catfish Every other human come including an asterisk Thank you all for snoozing—now for using my last wish (Ugh) [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Pitched a few snowballs, skipped a slew of rolls calls Dipped into the sewer, grew his hair out like a Troll Doll Blew the man-hole cover up to the sand bluff Down to the river, took a knee with my hands cupped Man-Ape free to hydrate or be ambushed The slant grow from "Look at him go" to "Heavens, I can't look" King Upsetter, surely cursed be the name Every word an urgent love letter bursting into flames Editor-in-chief at the Bloodletter Gazette Every drip on the cement could fill up another cassette, and does Reaper knocking at me through the diner glass—invite him in Yes, I know the die is cast—now, try the grits Let him get the check, and offer thirty seconds clear to run It's ten before he skip the other twenty on some "Here I come" Which way'd he go? Strafe and follow any trace of spirit gum Mustache and glasses disappear into the zero-sum No road atlas, only roads to Damascus Where the roses are for growing, not for throwing at some pageant Y'all just pinning little ribbons on each other as catfish Swimming in the chasm between what you publish and practice I wake up every day and move different than I used to Smarter than whichever bear's assuming that you do, too Doozy after doozy, up and brushing off the lab coat Cold bath, bo staff, back on his Max Roach Tap into the tape gun, mail you back to Hasbro Bring me to the big cheese, all I see is crab toast All you see is parachutes raining from the Matmos All I see is parody and parroting and plateaus 'Round here, that's pretty much a cousin to the flatline I would rather level up than fraternize with magpies Patron saint of isolationism, heart of palm and graphite Teaching kids to put away the crack pipe—that's Lice