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[Intro]
Smatterchew
Smatter
[Verse 1]
Gather âround people
From my distant world
Across Etowah County I reach
Into your zone
Excuse me for cuttinâ in line
I am awful sorry for intruding on your space
But I feel I am rather blessed in this issue
Which you happen to be involved with
Love is only relevant if you understand the target
Any questions?
[Hook]
Iâm on my own, Iâm a single man
Looking for a heart that I can understand
Iâm looking for my love
[Verse 2]
Well, love is a prism
Two lights thrown, and um
Receivinâ itâs hard to comprehend the human rhythms
Ya know?
Well I guess itâs kinda like our satellites
One floats around until the signal reaches a receiver
One floats around until the love reaches a believer
Get it?
[Hook]
I never really found out how hard it might be
Everybody before me couldnât answer me
So Iâm still looking for my love
[Break]
Itâs kinda like drawing sticks
But if you gamble with this, donât gamble counterfeit, come real
[Hook-Continued]
Iâm on my own, Iâm a single man
Looking for a heart that I can understand
Iâm looking for my love
Iâm looking for my love
Looking for my love
[Verse 3]
Catfish Billy, and I hail from the bottom
I treat music like fat people treat shoes when theyâre jogginâ
Make souls bounce off the concrete
Give people a new reason to believe in these poetic zombies
I donât support the dead unless theyâre grateful
âSoul foodâ is a metaphor, Yelar says, âGet you a plate fullâ
A lot of rappers are servinâ birds
Theyâre trippinâ
I give you a CD, you eat free
Thatâs a real whole chicken
Donât be so God damn easily impressed
In â93 you had to rap, what the fuck ever happened to that?
They pick up the game, and canât drop one the net
KP said it was a pickup game, just be properly dressed (Ha)
Itâs like they heard the joke and took him serious though
And a bunch of people pulled up hungry with a blinged out cereal bowl
But ya canât get Corn Flakes if your music is born fake
So, Cheerio chap, hereâs some Lucky Charms, good luck
Fffuck
Now that there wasnât necessary
But when youâve got words like these, then a word like âfuckâ it just getâs buried
Unlike them who meet fuck and go get married
Have a bunch of fucking babies, before the fucking wedding
The MC to be didnât go to dress rehearsal
Now you back in a pickup game, FUCK BOY, in a fucking commercial
Now hold the catfish again
I swam 8 miles on the bottom of Lake Michigan
To reel me into the mainstream made âem nervous
So I wrote {} to kick drums under the surface
Youâre sobbinâ under water yaâll
And I leak so much ink I leave {} books waterlogged
I know some want my art to pause
âCause I play with rap music like driftwood in an otterâs paw
Now thatâs some country shit to say bro
Not as country as working construction and doing a show in the same clothes
Yellow, they know, they know
Iâm on top of this kindergarten shit building fine art outta Play-Doh
Tell me have you even in your long naked life seen an alien catfish?
Have you even been slapped by a one eyed one horned purple people eater?
Well back the water like a beaver
Then let it go like Noah
Better learn to swim without floaties
Better learn to live without quotas
{} from the outer limits
Travelinâ a billion miles a minute
Light speed on the mic
I become a livinâ alien in the Alabama sun, sun...sun-shine
- Album:
- Daylight (Single)
- Love Story
- Walk with Me
- Trunk Muzik Returns
- Wyte Dawg
- Heart of Dixie (Mixtape)
- Friday The 13th (Mixtape)
- Radioactive
- Hard White (Up In The Club) (Single)
- Trunk Muzik 0 To 60
- Non-Album Releases
- Pop The Trunk (Single)
- Billy Crystal
- Arena Rap
- Daylight
- To Whom It May Concern
- Trunk Muzik 0-60 (Edited Version)
- Box Chevy V
- Trunk Muzik 0-60
- Creek Water