[Obscure Radio Sample] [Dark Lyrics] [Deep Raspy] [Break] [Dark Lyrics] [Deep Raspy] Sushi. Nettin' tides. [Record Scratch] Surf to turf. [Verse, deep voice] I used to hook a lot, but never hooked no rot Hold nets like anchors tight, now the fish ain't caught Stop and drift around, come through and feel the pound Of the deep sea 5' 9" marine mystique who flips the trade around Bound to go decline, came to expose the line It's an intricate plot of a sailor lost to brine Bluefin fleets get swept back Then release a statement to the docks, let the stocks know who wrecked that Sushi chefs claim responsibility Broken fishing line usually said in humility Um... what is fresh catch? You silly I'd like to take "Sashimi Supreme" for three milli' "Chop-chop-chop-chop!" That's a chefβs daily struggle Fishermen need to fall off just to save the bubble, yo Watch your own tide, cast in and haul out wide, back Stay on the ride, we turn sea waves to paybacks [Bridge] [Record Scratching] Sushi. Nettin' tides. We never tire bringin' surf to turf. It's just jerks who think this ain't work. [Interlude] [Verse 2, deep voice] Tuesday, ever since the dawn 'Til I'm back to the sea, read it off the prawn Either fresh catch or docked batch, who's to say? Pass the rod like "Pass the fish like they used to play" Some silly folks donβt dig the fish trade talk I'll tell y'all it's hella cool how chefs from Tokyo rock Never let the market crash on the ocean's pride Nicknames off fishinβ trips with the deep sea tide Known amongst traders for the fine dine Known amongst those who fish without no fishing lines Only fresh and prime gets scaled Guzzled out a sake tin, me and this trade is like tales and fin Spin! Fish donβt flop, listen, truth It's like me holding up the boat at the market booth I took them back to the dock, boost was uncouth Spittin' all out the fish scales, through the oceanβs groove [Instrumental Solo] sushi game. nettin tides. [outro] [Bridge] [Record Scratching] [Police Sirens] Sushi. Nettin' tides. We never tire bringin' surf to turf. It's just jerks who think this ain't work. [Interlude] [Verse 2, funny voice] Day by day, ever since the dawn 'Til I'm back to the sea, read it off the prawn Either fresh catch or docked batch, who's to say? Pass the rod like "Pass the fish like they used to play" Some silly folks donβt dig the fish trade talk I'll tell y'all it's hella cool how chefs from Tokyo rock Never let the market crash on the ocean's pride Nicknames off fishinβ trips with the deep sea tide Known amongst traders for the fine dine Known amongst those who fish without no fishing lines Only fresh and prime gets scaled Guzzled out a sake tin, me and this trade is like tales and fin Spin! Fish donβt flop, listen ...truth It's like me holding up the boat at the market booth I took them back to the dock, sailors was uncouth Spittin' all out the fish scales, through the oceanβs groove [Instrumental Solo] sushi game. nettin tides. [Record Scratch Solo] [Jazz Horns] [Sampling] [outro] [Record Scratching] Never let the market crash on the ocean's pride Nicknames off fishinβ trips with the deep sea tide Known amongst traders for the fine dine Known amongst those who fish without no fishing lines Only fresh and prime gets scaled Guzzled out a sake tin, me and this trade is like tales and fin Spin! Fish donβt flop, listen ...truth It's like me holding up the boat at the market booth I took them back to the dock, sailors was uncouth Spittin' all out the fish scales, through the oceanβs groove [Instrumental Solo] sushi game. nettin tides. surf turf! ITS SUSHI! [Record Scratch Solo] [Jazz Horns] [Sampling] [outro] [Record Scratching] Spin! Fish donβt flop, listen ...truth It's like me holding up the boat at the market booth I took them back to the dock, sailors was uncouth Spittin' all out the fish scales, through the oceanβs groove [Instrumental Solo] sushi game. nettin tides. surf turf! ITS SUSHI! [Record Scratch Solo] [Jazz Horns] [Sampling] [outro] ITS SUSHI! [Record Scratching] [Sampling] [outro]
