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!)