The Gut

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)