J Roc: Spyder whats going on with you lately… aint posting much,
Hid your online status, you alright?
Truth
I try to keep a level head and represent my lyrics as truth
I was missin the audio flow I know but I got spirit to move
An engineer in the booth, man against machine workin the gear
Ahead in text of where I thought I’d be for sure in a year,
I owe that to Cole, yea you’re probably chokin I know
But low and behold my repetition was growin so old
I aint kissin his ass, just given credit where credit is due
Notice how Im the only one with nuts for steppin to you,
All the tournaments I’ve held were more ‘fare’ than my job
But when I got the red name I acted like you was starin at God
It wasn’t fair to you all, cause I wasn’t the best in my Class
Lost some homie’s cause of that, like “I aint being friends with his ass”
Now I don’t care for all that still got an army at my back
In fact, were all together again cookin up a new track
Generals baby how I got where Im at, a fighter and winnin
Their the ones who make the ‘web’ worth it for Spyder to spin it.
My minds finally right, time to unwind for a minute
So come and try me if you think this new styles a gimmick.
Rhyme as a cynic, flow as a preacher, no moral control
Just a pissed off addict who ignores what he’s told.
See these pills and sleep troubles are real, I beg they be over
Always caught in my own shit, that why I tattooed a web on my shoulder
Never said what im holdin cause in poker you bluff till the end
So the last hand the truth, stand up and you win.
J Roc: Why don’t you drop a punches piece on the site
And tell em whats up
Dare
Dropped my old flow paced the 8 but got Miles to go
Must be Valedictorian I topped Class a while ago
New styles cold, sharp shooter ya men’ll get hunted
How you rep ‘Young Money and Dead Presidents’, Benjamin Button
Back Track yet Frontin, ya’ll lack when you write
The truth is Anonymous needs to get back on this site.
Half of these cats haven’t even caught my interest
Claim you the king of ‘TR-uh’… doesn’t that make you a princess?
Some’ll say my shit aint change, I guess man sorta
Tired of getting Head Shot I fit the Cam’s Aura…
If you aint got the hand man than you should fold
My Balls find the White Hole, Tiger Woods Pole.
Get pale faced like that coke to Whit and Bobby
High Life, that ‘Endo-Needs-Ya’, I live in Jambi
Try and stop me, site stopped “Light Drops” like ‘Overkast’
No thunder, no wonder James don’t wanna show his ass.
Expose ya crap, remain Strictt what more can be told
I take the ‘S-A’s’ out like the Border Patrol,
I get blamed with shit how lame it is I was playin kids
‘Sweep’ it under the rug, Doctor Octavius…
Ame loses to Chambers and quits, got maimed I guess
Scott ‘comes’ and goes, change his name then splits.
Crazed with fame and rich, pockets are fat get lipo fast
But you got ‘Eyes On My Money’, call it ‘Geico Cash’
Claimin you hot shit big fame big stage, I call queer
Couldnt ‘Sell-Tics’ and thats the ‘Truth’ like Paul Pierce.
This text is just an advertisement, pre-game flyer
Bout to ‘See-Monster’, ‘Lock-Ness’ if he on that ‘PK Fire’
My rhymes were repetitive, most battles weak it’s the truth
Y’all got Z’s on me like you were asleep in the noose.
Best believe I step up my game, be Xpecting your name
I aint on some ‘Bitch Shit’, naw I aint ‘Beggin For FAME.’