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)