Homeboy Sandman, Edan - The Gut lyrics

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

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

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)

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

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

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)

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

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

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)