It’s a topic of discussion, Spyder got that flow game Fire I am reviving off the top like Rogaine. So dope the cocaine enough to leave ya nose stained Nostril bottle rocket prolly rot ya whole brain. Kamikaze shot throwing back just line em all Knock em back like any rapper with a writer’s block, I am raw, one swipe of the tiger claws Y’all get to watch a lion maul these lil china dolls. Get the psyche involved, who want with this? Leave you no pot to piss, soon as the ganja twist. Tell your crew I am ominous, spew violent shit I am legend with the pen who you think you rhyming wit? Far as the flow… think I got the feel Been kicking knowledge like Socrates on soccer fields. Honestly no stopping ‘til I lock a deal Even then my game aint disappearing on some Copperfield. I’m about the punchlines, I’m about the flow I can spit double time, fast as you can go. Multi-syllabics and battle as you know Addicted to this rappins a habit til I croak. Take your top five in every column combined Boggle their mind, watch em fall to the side. My delivery sodomize all of their lines Shits like the holocaust constructed by Optimus Prime. Comin with the same flow, devil in plain clothes Toe tags, no names though I call em Jane Doe. Brain go ‘bloww’ watch it carry the sound Puff puff pass, I call it a Mary go round. Y’all barely astound I’m very endowed Fuckin Fruits couldn’t pop a Cherry no doubt. My mic burst, swear to god that your head’ll spin My light work admired by Thomas Edison. Props to new school I’m embracin the change Heard through the Grapevine I am staying the same Knew that they may Wine saying my name, And if its dried up guess I’m Raisin the game. I’m about the punchlines, I’m about the flow I can spit double time, fast as you can go. Multi-syllabics and battle as you know Addicted to this rappins a habit til I croak.

Shit look at these skies blackened, eyes saddened Why actin like I’m past it, life’s tragic I’ve had it, some people keep wanting more of me ‘Til the story be decisions made not morally. My pain made war with me, sure to be Chasing fame ‘til my name is yours to speak. As far as rap goes, it’s a black hole I’m stuck Pad notes, that’s dope, that flow it sucks. No crack smoke but flat broke as fuck That’s my last blow, said asshole I’m done. Cash flow don’t come, lacking the promotion Maybe its just me am I lacking the devotion? Been working on flow, battling opponents Double what I was and they haven’t even noticed. Despite this verse, actually I’m golden Just more casualties and happily I’ll show em. Hook x2 What happens now, what’s left to learn? The book is closed, the pages burned. I’ve done it all no stone unturned I’m going home my spots been earned. Spitting hardships is hard shit Bring up this dark shit from far in. Acting like me and my heart split, nah bitch Y’all don’t really know how big my heart is Adapt to carnage and that’s all Feel like a target on my back dawg, If you hearing this pain then hats off Guess my Roots really have Black Thoughts. Inside I’m like ice cube or Jack Frost Looking like a bum, tattooed and trash talk. Fire in the booth, yeah every track raw ‘Til I catch moods when a match lost. Not a bad dude, just couldn’t face it Guess its back foot, back to basics What now I mean, its like I cant say shit? Never noticed how small this fucking cage is. Hook x2 What happens now, what’s left to learn? The book is closed, the pages burned. I’ve done it all no stone unturned I’m going home my spots been earned.

Looking back its no remorse, I hold the torch Done shit I don’t even remember the motive for. Behold the force, made enemies more porous or Gain the amount of Krueger’s open sores. Doctor doctor come fix the octa All along theres been somethin wrong with my chakra. Visions giving me the imagery I’m a monster While it sings to me in symphonies like an opera. First to say it why do I always hear it last? Fear my track I make my message clear in rap. Not even close to my Twilight, aint even near in fact Vampire, I could never have a mirror match. Smoothest in the game? Your foot is in the grave You lying Pinocchio nose crooked on his face. Lame bars aint hard sweet as sugar to the taste Gun’s the sorting hat, one cap put you in your place. My speech, crazed achieved like high speed chase Could picture my cold punches in a freeze frame. If I ever reach great the Walk of Fame prolly get shot Clear out the Stars on the Block its Mario Kart. Armed with weapons if theres anything I’m forgettin Best believe I’m bringing triple 6’s to your 7th heaven. Wanna roll the dice with me your getting snake eyes Jumanji to whose army my game takes lives. Smack Indiana Jones until the whip is dull Method of meth-heads, smoke for a Crystal Skull. Poison Apple kill a bitch and seven midgets, Wolf shedding disguise to try that Red-delicious. Smokin bags of Jane, such a massive strain Thinkin the plants were grown in battery-acid-rain. Strapped with plagues, Bane couldn’t mask the pain You play the ‘heroine,’ only right you collapse in vain!

Socially excluded, hopeless me I’m useless So diseased and I know I need improvements. Future in my grasp but the closer I reach to it Though it seems my goals and dreams elusive. Why do I try? Why do I complain? Why do I fight when I know I’ve gone insane? They try to poke, prod, and probe at my brain Knowing that the answers no, I’m not okay. Struggle to succeed and could never follow through Such a failure my shadow embarrassed to follow suit. Don’t know if you care but my character hollow too It’s unbearable when those you cherish walk out on you. Left to perish alone, probably what I deserve Always getting set back never been deterred Been labeled as an outcast some say I’m disturbed Sorry but I won’t sit here letting me go unheard. Hook Doctor, doctor I cant stop Replaying in my mind, I cant watch Just some things that I cant block Cant escape from these damn thoughts, Wasn’t careful what I wished for… Just thinking I cant be dished more… Is there anything left to live for? Guess I’m in need of a doctor, doctor. Whats the use, someones siphoning my life source Feel like making a noose out this fucking mic cord, Irony is rhyming supposed to help my mind form Solutions, so what do I even write for? Maybe it’s the money, caving into stress Bout ready to admit that maybe I’m depressed, But what would that do, would it change at all Do I get a final picture of the fuckin pain it solved? Brain is all mixed like some Kafkaesque prism Making me take these bombast decisions, Putting my heart and soul in all that’s written When I go they saying just take all that with em. Become what they hate me as, fuckin maniac Took all the mirrors in my house, paint em black, Same symptoms that some mental patient has If I look sick, its because they made me that. Hook Doctor, doctor I cant stop Replaying in my mind, I cant watch Just some things that I cant block Cant escape from these damn thoughts, Wasn’t careful what I wished for… Just thinking I cant be dished more… Is there anything left to live for? Guess I’m in need of a doctor, doctor.

Eedee I'm on a pedestal breathin' Methamphetamine, Guillotine the High Crown, that'd be the better death of me. I'm killin' sleep, it's better than to live dreams, It's in your benefit to kill me so heaven never sees The side of me that I never let show, You can grief your complaints - tell it to the echo. You be seethin' for days, needless to say No matter the road you take, we all seem to mistake The insane for something out of the norm But what's livin' if you can't breathe and drown in a storm? Civil till you snap, freeze, and sink to the bottom Picture this, you happy? It isn't my problem. It's like, haven't I heard? Wait - That I'm like Walter White as the branch manager Makin' paper and all I ride is the damn Challenger I'm about to blow up because my lab is my workplace. Fuck. Spyder Study how my mind works with incredible lines Never seen two people with such exceptional minds. Stepped to the pen game with some credit to Rise Shits like Jekyll and Hyde were separate guys. Ahead of my time, box hands of the clock The Sandman jaw drops standing to Watch. Aint Mr. Nice guy brandishing shots Think this Man-Kind, planned to get socked! I am first to light a verse syllables Don’t fight these words, gone end up killin you Act like I wont slice these herbs into two Both parts the same it’s a Heisenberg Principal. Created these pests wanna embody my flow …prolly false, I’m getting cocky I know get your little note pads jotting my quotes who told cotton eye Joe to copy my flow? Gotchya mother bumping like damn that’s dope Others try to halt like “ban those quotes!” Just need another throat these hands can choke (cause) I am straight hood like a Klansman’s coat. Competition for my place, is solemnly felt When you close to the Ledge…er, offin ya self. New generation, pffft top of the shelf Push that Gen-a-side and the problem is dealt. Catch my shots direct or by the ricochet I could never be bodied like Hitler’s grave. Like a stray dog off the leash, stay off the beat When it comes to war I’m like Adolf capiche?