99 Cent Lighter

You're shallow like a puddle, the deep ones need to huddle

You bitch-ass individuals can call your girls and cuddle

The times are getting serious, critical and furious

Heads are flying everywhere but I remain oblivious

Through it all, I got a wall, in front of me

Above me, below me, you're acting like you know me

But you don't and you never will, experience the thrill

Of what it's like to be alive, not real you are contrived

I'm trying to tell you, something, but all you know is nothing

Breaking down MC's just like a sport similar to hunting

First I see you grazing, I lock on with my eye

Your life expectancy becomes identical with a fly

Your destiny is sealed, sonny, it was written long ago

MC gets shot on stage while his mother watch the show

My beats are brewed fresh daily, from the comforts of my home

Just like the morning paper I'm on time like metronomes





Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter

I could burn your house with a 99 cent lighter

Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter

[scratch: "I am a simple soul"]



My style ain't obvious, mysterious and low

Wets leave you wet due to miscellaneous flows

I'm now transcendental, over instrumentals

It's not accidental when I'm freaking wit'cha mental

The rap phenomenon and gravitational breaker

Gobble circuits and cities my whole committee will take a-

-part your whole foundation 3 degrees of separation

Head body and limbs all placed in separate nations

Ain't nothing common about this 'cause it ain't thinkable

Ain't no prints visible when I display lyrical

Cause it's all in the way I serenade

I feast on booty n***as who flayed

Cause the back of all laying individuals not up to par

My technique will sweep in and rock the Casbah

It's like that sonny, I rock like stone

Your oral synthetic and fake like silicon



Season of the spider, everyone's a fighter

I could burn your house with a 99 cent lighter

Lighter, lighter, lighter, lighter

[scratch: "I am a simple soul"]



Yo I hear someone's coming, he's bringing you a clue

The dopest things in life are guaranteed to be taboo

The trees are talking to me now and telling me to turn the page

Forget about the old and what could end the brand new age

Cause the rules do not apply, and not too much is fair

You either got the cash or you're entangled in the snare

Called the world, wide web in the season of the spider

Complex and combustible just like a dirt cheap lighter

From Marianas Trench up to the tops of Everest

The Blood is international, headquarters in the West

Before you come to capture me I book like Deuteronomy

I wake up in the morning way before the reveille

And then I grab the microphone, sing a song of sorrow

Got some dope-ass books if you want to you could borrow

You better bring 'em back, my property don't disrespect

You conversate with me you conversate with the adept





[scratched samples]

I am a simple soul

As a soldier I take things simply