1st verse (Spinner Lad)

Spinner rages

Giving crims in cages

That sit in patience

Inspiration to quit the wait

And then be prison breakers

Convicted rapists lips inflated

From fists to faces

And wrists serrated

From shivs and razors

Kept in hidden places

I live

In your basement

And listen daily

To the things you're saying

To your missus playing with your little babies

Shrinks think im crazy

Tell me i got a problem

I agree

But its not my logic

Its the smell of dead bodies rotting

And tryna drop em off

While the copper dogs are watching

There's no stopping

Even if it is the red hottest option

Coppers keep me entertained

When they try to interrogate

Lying to convince me into shit id never say

I can see through them like Cellophane

Best reel out the yellow tape

Cos you can't hold me back

With no fuckin pepper spray

Im pressing play

Once i reset the game

Promise to press escape

A second late

And it probably would have went to waste

So dont test your fate

For heavens sake

You just better pray

Like its the end of days

That i put my pen away

Master of an artist

And ive only started crafting

Darker than in caskets

At the bottom of the Harbour

Heartless like bastard kids

With no father

After pastors fuck them in their asses

When they finish scripture classes

These garbage rappers

Are target practice

Im laughing at ya

Spanian pass the Magnum

So i can blast these maggots

Fuck the charges

Hook (Spanian)

Whatever's done inside the dark

Will come to light eventually

There's a price to pay

If you wanna be respected in the streets

I've been detested for where I been

Detested for what I seen

Im been detested for my beliefs

And detested because I dream

So dont forget

Even best friends are expecting your defeat

And the streets

Will prey on you

The second that you fall asleep

Thats why i keep staunch

And be cautious

Im exhausted

Its the stories

Of the street authors

2nd verse (Spanian)

You wanna know me personally

Let me scratch the surface

I spray bodies

Break hearts

And I wrap heads like Turbans

I dont need a million fans

Im happy with five servants

And im only satisfied

By hands on type murders

I'll stab you with a couple things

And leave you dead in your breakfast

You never heard a fucking thing

Like congenital deafness

I got the skulls of kings

Hanging off the end of my necklace

And before you speak

Nah

Ive already spoken with excellence

No this ain't a personal thing

But its just that

I dont trust alot of cunts

So stay the fuck back

Before i snap

And grab the pump back

Off the gun rack

Then you get the pa pa

Like my mum's dad

And any cunt talking

Will get left dead abused in corners

Hold off to the coroners

The stench of Bupe and horses

More blood on walls

Than Slavic war

Retribution orders

I bend and I push through borders

I was sent with tools and orders

From dark lanes

That you dont walk

That's where i proved them all less

I stab dogs

Ask around

I fucking ran a crew of ballers

Im cold hearted in the heat

But i sweat from June to August

And tore it

And even more

I left you slammed

Until you're jawless

Had you snapped back at the spine

Your head reduced to quarters

What's left is swollen

And floating dead in putrid waters

Causing Rigor Mortis

Of course

Is what I tend to do to ballers

Its Hip Hop

But im sticking it Heavy Metal

Through your organs

Hook (Spanian)

Whatever's done inside the dark

Will come to light eventually

There's a price to pay

If you wanna be respected in the streets

I've been detested for where I been

Detested for what I seen

Im been detested for my beliefs

And detested because I dream

So dont forget

Even best friends are expecting your defeat

And the streets

Will prey on you

The second that you fall asleep

Thats why i keep staunch

And be cautious

Im exhausted

Its the stories

Of the street authors