(feat. Will.I.Am)



[Verse One]

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 gettin serious, critical and furious

Heads are flyin everywhere but I remain oblivious

Through it all, I got a wall, in front of me

Above me, below me, you're actin 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 tryin to tell you, somethin, but all you know is nothin

Breakin down MC's just like a sport similar to huntin

First I see you grazin, 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



[Chorus]

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"]



[Verse Two]

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 freakin 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 seperation

Head body and limbs all placed in seperate nations

Ain't nuttin 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 niggaz who flayed

Cause the back of all layin 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



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

Yo I hear someone's comin, he's bringin you a clue

The dopest things in life are guaranteed to be taboo

The trees are talking to me now and tellin 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 Mariana 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 revelie

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



[Chorus]



[scratched samples]

I am a simple soul

As a soldier I take things simply



[long instrumental pause]



[Chorus]