Spineless Lyrics

(Verse 1)

Ayo you acted like you loved me and I was your best friend

Then sold out your soul just to follow the next trend

Rockin’ skirts, looking like a model to sex men

But claimin’ that you bust guns and hollows’ll extend, huh

You’re fabricating and your spittin’ is false

I wish your music was the same pitch as whistles for dogs

You’re in the game but playing such a pitiful part

I wonder if you’ve ever had an original thought

So if you know a better rapper then name one

Decapitating MC’s wherever my blade’s swung

An unstable mind mixed with an insane tongue

I must stay and grind all night till the day’s done

So you can go and crack jokes, go head and make fun

Cause really I’m just smarted then you, pussy I play dumb

We’re on the same track, but don’t spit to the same drum

You’re claimin’ Hip Hop, but forgot where it came from, c’mon

(Verse 2)

Ayo I spit raps now the same way that I rapped then

A funky ass beat with a pad and a black pen

The same kid now that I always was back then

But some friends drifted and they fell off the back end

This is reality, no bleeps and no censorships

Where fake friends hate when you’re speaking these sentences

Insulting my style, critiquing my regiments

But always come around when they’re reaping the benefits

So you can stay mad, I don’t need fake fags

I slay tracks, homie I’m a beast just face facts

So you can act mad, little faggot I’m passed that

Smokin’ a gas mask, Static’s having the last laugh

I’m through with the bullshit, I’m keeping to the truth

I channel my emotions to release them in the booth

So I don’t speak much, they say Static’s reserved

Cause I’m a man of few words, but I’m a man of my word

And that’s real

(Verse 3)

Must I remind you, I’m unsigned, music is my home

Got no crew to put me on, man I do this on my own

Cause once you’re on a chosen path, can’t let off the gas

Won’t be signing autographs, till you get up off your ass

Bet, the grimiest yet, the vets gon’ cherish me

Yup, I timelessly rep, respect longevity

Murder instrumentals, no discussion Imma bury beats

Acknowledge me as that of someone you could never be

So if you hate me, you hate rap as an art

Hate truth, honesty, knowledge, passion, and heart

Cause I don’t fake an image, you just see me as I am

So if you ain’t down with that, then I don’t need you as a fan

My spittin’ is acidic, with the tongue it’s effortless

Could give a shit about a critic, and a fuck about a pessimist

Cause talk is cheap, you need actions to prove it

So when I say I’m doing something, Imma actually do it