Kunci: C major
Verse 1
B
C
B
G
Listen, just hit it with
B
It's just a fucking spider.
Bm
G
C
B
Bm
How hard is it to kill a spider?
G
C
B
Bm
Fine, I'll do it.
B
Em
Rappers want to go model,
B
G
trying to be flying on the runway
C
B
When all their rhyme spray
B
Cm
but when it comes to hip -hop, you're
Em
B
Em
B
similar to big bop pers.
F#
Em
My plane is existential,
fans are still wistful
Fm
F#
Em
For back in the days,
D#m
Em
D#
but I run with vagueness by the fistful.
Fm
F#
Em
And no, we're not loitering,
we are disorderly
Fm
F#
Em
Make beats and kick clowns,
but most importantly
G
C#
B
I'll spit this like it's my last day,
cause it might be
I might leave this roof
Em
and get hit by a truck
B
I'm off halfway, I like C
I'm slightly sick, but mostly hype
C
B
We spoke to Kali, talked to Al
The boys might smoke to 90s
Folks are life -living, I'm strife -giving
C
B
On knife -shivin' motherfuckers
near Northlands
C
Up by the hard tracks, singin' floor caps
B
Bb
With Cormorant, help restore rap
C
B
But too many feel they don't wanna test
Like Rorschach,
I can't work day -to -day
Em
B
The limit's caught me
in the lunch line
Em
B
That's why my show's last longer
than a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
C
Em
B
Em
I rap it to the next bar
B
G
like a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
C
B
But I make no sense
like a Talib -Kul -Eid punchline
C
F#
Em
Cause they don't pay drunks
B
that they ownin' the ticket
G
Em
B
I started to rip it at O 'Byrne's
after talkin' to chickens
C
B
The men were rook
ie birdcatchers
so they got it in hand
C
B
Fuck your girlfriend, man,
quit doubtin' your man
C
B
At your show, you're on stage,
you're playin' with your crew
C
B
While I poach it up, sip with Estella,
thinkin' of lines for you
B
ain't shit to me, I spit serendipity
C
B
Flippin' a ditch and I'm Joe
with Beats like Dudipity
Who's dissing me?
C
Crews get to be too finicky
C
B
A#
C
I bet it hurts you to see me on top
B
Jumping on chairs like Roberto Benigni
E
Em
especially when you dis
cern the average
F#
F#m
And get above it
Em
B
by flipping samples
Em
B
like a dirty mattress
Em
Fm
F#
E
I con vey and use talent,
Em
display the true balance
F#
Em
B
Is it a kid in the Navy?
Em
Fm
F#
Em
You might be telling some things
to elegant thinkers
F
Fm
F#
Until I run your house
Em
and take in jewels like Zelda's Link
Fm
F#
Em
But it looks like y 'all fucked up
Yes, y 'all fucked up
F
Em
Stumbled up and downstairs,
B
Em
apparently they run amok
D#m
Em
F#
B
Pumps jump up, it's a dark star,
these car parkers
Better buckle up for the
Em
B
kid with the black Pumas
And the thrift store button up
Em
Knuckle fucks, I chuckle at them
A#
Em
Buckin' up, business on end
B
Staked out rust on thoughts
like I'm crushin' the endless
To this broken Copenhagen,
meanin' I didn't mark a target
Leavin' progress dark,
Em
harkin' back to the days
Now this isn't a rerun
Bb
C
steady drinkin' Capri Sun s
D
F#m
See, you know, that wasn't so hard
Em
D
See, that's how you kill a spider
You
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