[Intro: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman]

Yo, I go first

I'll go first

All right, man

I'll go first

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]

You'll understand my sense of urgency

I'm the cat that put "emergence" in emergency

More than a half a mind to save my whole community

I'm just not certain what something like that'll do to me

Sandy's on the mound and pitching for the home team

All the information's listed on the home screen

Once I start it, ain't no switchin' out to Plan B

Once I start it, ain't no screaming out, "It can't be"

You can catch the bluest ribbon in the Red Sea

You can catch the true and living in the Dead Sea

Magic lingers whilе the fingers on your screen scroll

Pleasе believe it—you can read it in the Sea Scrolls

Fortune frowns on anybody out to take lives

If you're considering a silly thing, then take five

I am avid as I'm having me a great time

I'm aware you might have heard this through the grapevine

When I'm chompin' on the bit, it ain't a bit dull

If you want it, you can get it through your thick skull

See, I grew up on Atari playing Pitfall

See, I grew up on safari of the brick walls

I'm a composite of many different aspects

I'm a undercover operative of Aztecs

Bastian riding Falkor, tryna spot Artax

Examining the outdoors for the spot marked "X"

Behind the wheel of True's Land Cruiser, I cruise land

Listen and you'll hear it—it's the spirit that moves man

Picking out a jacket for highjacking a news van

Rappers don't know diddly, but me, I'm a bluesman

I be on it like I saw it with a bird's eye

If it's doable, I done it on my first try

Breaker, breaker, peep the phantom about to break fly

Every bit of data fatter than a steak fry

Doin' what I gotta to remain on the blacklist

Up until you find out that was only a catfish

Every other human come including an asterisk

Thank you all for snoozing—now for using my last wish (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Pitched a few snowballs, skipped a slew of rolls calls

Dipped into the sewer, grew his hair out like a Troll Doll

Blew the man-hole cover up to the sand bluff

Down to the river, took a knee with my hands cupped

Man-Ape free to hydrate or be ambushed

The slant grow from "Look at him go" to "Heavens, I can't look"

King Upsetter, surely cursed be the name

Every word an urgent love letter bursting into flames

Editor-in-chief at the Bloodletter Gazette

Every drip on the cement could fill up another cassette, and does

Reaper knocking at me through the diner glass—invite him in

Yes, I know the die is cast—now, try the grits

Let him get the check, and offer thirty seconds clear to run

It's ten before he skip the other twenty on some "Here I come"

Which way'd he go? Strafe and follow any trace of spirit gum

Mustache and glasses disappear into the zero-sum

No road atlas, only roads to Damascus

Where the roses are for growing, not for throwing at some pageant

Y'all just pinning little ribbons on each other as catfish

Swimming in the chasm between what you publish and practice

I wake up every day and move different than I used to

Smarter than whichever bear's assuming that you do, too

Doozy after doozy, up and brushing off the lab coat

Cold bath, bo staff, back on his Max Roach

Tap into the tape gun, mail you back to Hasbro

Bring me to the big cheese, all I see is crab toast

All you see is parachutes raining from the Matmos

All I see is parody and parroting and plateaus

'Round here, that's pretty much a cousin to the flatline

I would rather level up than fraternize with magpies

Patron saint of isolationism, heart of palm and graphite

Teaching kids to put away the crack pipe—that's Lice