|I walk the earth quietly,
|by day carry a net.
|With no strings attached,
|to a magic marionette.
|See there's so little time left
|and yet there's so much space.
|Thinking why don't you give me a call later on
|so we can touch base.
|I swim across the seven seas,
|and follow the sounds of handclaps.
|And just try to keep my balls
|out of the sand traps, heh.
|'Cause before I go on live,
|all my enemies try to contrive
|plots to make my whole entire
|routine take a swan dive.
|But this ain't commercialized
|hip hop or indie pop.
|Nah, this ain't the mashed potato.
|Uh-Uh,this ain't the windy hop.
|The dance that goes with this
|is called the keep perfectly still.
|Before your brain becomes burnt out,
|like cheap circuitry will.
|Lately I've been spending almost
|all my nights with my hands full.
|Between writing my rhymes
|and my fights with the Man-Wolf.
|I'm building a better mousetrap
|and plus a wider fence.
|'Cause I trust my instincts
|and I follow my spider-sense.