[Intro]
S'matterwitchu?
S'matter
[Verse 1]
Gather ‘round people
From my distant world
Across Etowah County I reach
Into your zone
Excuse me for cuttin' 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]
I'm on my own, I'm a single man
Looking for a heart that I can understand
I'm looking for my love
[Verse 2]
Well, love is a prism
Two lights thrown, and um
Receivin' it's hard to comprehend the human rhythms
Ya know?
Well I guess it's 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 couldn't answer me
So I'm still looking for my love
[Break]
It's kinda like drawing sticks
But if you gamble with this, don't gamble counterfeit, come real
[Hook-Continued]
I'm on my own, I'm a single man
Looking for a heart that I can understand
I'm looking for my love
I'm 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 they're joggin'
Make souls bounce off the concrete
Give people a new reason to believe in these poetic zombies
I don't support the dead unless they're grateful
“Soul food” is a metaphor, Yelar says, “Get you a plate full”
A lot of rappers are servin' birds
They're trippin'
I give you a CD, you eat free
That's a real whole chicken
Don't be so God damn easily impressed
In '93 you had to rap, what the f** ever happened to that?
They pick up the game, and can't drop one the net
KP said it was a pickup game, just be properly dressed (Ha)
It's 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 can't get Corn Flakes if your music is born fake
So, Cheerio chap, here's some Lucky Charms, good luck
f**
Now that there was unnecessary
But when you've got words like these, then a word like “f**” it just get's buried
Unlike them who meet f** and go get married
Have a bunch of f**ing babies, before the f**ing wedding
The MC to be didn't go to dress rehearsal
Now you back in a pickup game, Fucc Boi, in a f**ing commercial
Now hold the catfish again
I swam 8 miles on the bottom of Lake Michigan
To reel me into the mainstream made ‘em nervous
So I rolled to the motherf**ing kick drums under the surface
You're sobbin' under water ya'll
And I leak so much ink I leave Mead books waterlogged
I know some want my art to pause
‘Cause I play with rap music like driftwood in an otter's paw
Now that's some country sh** to say bro
Not as country as working construction and doing a show in the same clothes
Yellow, they know, they know
I'm on top of this kindergarten sh** building fine art outta Play-Doh
Tell me have you even in your long-legged 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
Got a carry-on bag from the outer limits
Travelin' a billion miles a minute
Light speed on the mic
I become a livin' alien in the Alabama sun, sun...sun-shine
[Outro]
Come see me again
Or… shall I come, see you
I'll come visit
With my buddy, Scraggly
Y'know, any ol' time
Catfish Billy
Lookin' for my love
Can't seem to find it
My love for…
Wack sh** that is
Can't find no love for it
Can't find no love for it
And I'm back at it again!