Spider-verse

(INTRO)

(Heavy distorted sub-bass hum. Aggressive mic breath.)

We here now.

One hundred an fifty two thousand four hundred and 33

Demonic hardline,

(Distorted Demon voice: [Lee- jin])

Lex T, NFL, and me!

I speaks with the birds

Lethal language, dangerous words

There’s beauty in the evil

Can’t deny the clear purpose in the curse

Don’t get caught in the web

Lose your life in the spider-verse

Go ahead, run it how you’ve ran it, I’m not telling you how to do cause I don’t give a fuck what you do...

(Bass drops out into wide room echo)

...but you should know, yeah, you should know: it ain't wise to go against me.

(Low, rolled whisper)

(DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

(VERSE 1)

(808s slam in with fast metallic hats)

You simps been runnin the same ass game since the turn of the century

I been fought and won wars, special ops guerrilla infantry

Now days I clean slates, I'll have your beans baked

Rain down with Molotovs from the roof tops at your fuckin fuckin wake

I put a target under pressure, can you hold up weight?

Bitch don't be mad if I showed up late

You know how I move, spot to spot I gotta rotate

I relocate, keep it fresh like Colgate

(Background vocal chop) (DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

You know how it go, them bitch nikkas jumpin at the 1st chance they get to hate

Walking talking with arms and legz, but they still snakes

We talkin oxymorons nikka, sum real fakes

About to get Amor Fati tattooed on my fuckin face

"For the love of fate"

Every time I turn it on I'm gettin better, OMW on my way to being great

(MAIN HOOK)

(Beat shifts to heavy industrial kick and sub drone)

I UTILIZE THE FLAME I WAS GIVEN TO WORK WIT!

ALL THE PAIN AIN'T SO BAD NOW, MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORTH IT!

MY GIFTS ARE MY CURSES — NO FREE LOVE!

(Pitched-down background vocal chant) (DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

I UTILIZE THE FLAME I WAS GIVEN TO WORK WIT!

ALL THE PAIN AIN'T SO BAD NOW, MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORTH IT!

MY GIFTS ARE MY CURSES — NO FREE LOVE!

(VERSE 2)

(Synth lead creeps in over steady bass)

Every demon fittin' to know my name

Gettin creative with these curses, none of these words are worthless

I'm cranking up the heat, I'm sweatin rappin shirtless

(Background echo) (DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

Utilize the flame, turn the pressure to purpose!

(MAIN HOOK)

(Full beat impact with sub drop)

I UTILIZE THE FLAME I WAS GIVEN TO WORK WIT!

ALL THE PAIN AIN'T SO BAD NOW, MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORTH IT!

MY GIFTS ARE MY CURSES (cursed)— NO FREE LOVE!

(Pitched-down vocal chant) (DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

I UTILIZE THE FLAME I WAS GIVEN TO WORK WIT!

ALL THE PAIN AIN'T SO BAD NOW, MIGHT HAVE BEEN WORTH IT!

MY GIFTS ARE MY CURSES - (my curses curses)

it aint what it seems on the surface —

(Sleeper sleepin jus beneth the surface)

NO FREE LOVE!

(OUTRO)

(Beat strips back to tape hiss and heavy bass rumble)

My gifts are my curses...

No free love.

(Drawn-out dark echo fade)

(DOH-nah... Mah-lay-DEEK-tah...)

Am I gifted or in my cursed bitch?