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