[{"id":10000882,"name":"INTRO","trackName":"INTRO","artistName":"SPIDER GANG","albumName":"SPIDER GANG IS OVER","duration":638.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There is nothing wrong with your television set\nDo not attempt to adjust the picture\nWe are controlling transmissions\n\nUh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nEight legs move on the ceiling\nEight legs, eight legs move on the ceiling\nMoving unseen in the dark, unfeeling\n(Moving unseen in the dark, unfeeling)\nI feel like a spider that got human feelings\nI feel like a spider way I get so fly\nWay I eat so good and way I get so high\nI got all this time and I spend it wise\nSpider Gang dead, was it ever alive?\nIs this an elaborate illusion?\nHop in the pit and get a contusion\nSpider Gang chaos, God of confusion\nControl of perception is possible\nThey got you a stick like a popsicle\nYou are your only obstacle (You are your only obstacle)\nYou are your only obstacle, yeah\nBig bank rolls, buy more stuff\nOther human beings don't like you enough\nEat like shit, heart grow cold\nBreak your bones tryna fit it the mold\nSuck my dick, make my night\nYou don't know shit, I know I'm right\nBraindead motherfuckers sucking up life like a vampire\nI got nothing in me but fight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nThat's my problem, y'all couldn't fuck with me\nToo many people wanted me dead, catching up with me\nNow every time I get in the bed think what's up with me\nFocused on getting myself fed and getting money (Yeah)\nFuck rap ten times over\nNone of you motherfuckers are really that soldier\nThink I would rap better if I could stay sober\nY'all ain't heard of half the shit in that folder\nYeah, Fuck it I'ma be about that shit until I'm dead\nFucking get fired if you touch my friends\nStart to get worried 'bout the money I spent\n'Till the next month hit then I cover my rent\nBack outside for the 12-pack\nFuck it, I don't know a thing about a white flag\nFifteen over, fits be all back\nFuck it, I'ma need a hundred more racks\nGet back, bitch\n\nMe and my niggas making a compilation\nMake up some fire, we burning like the fire station\nRoam underground, we need the reparations\nStack up the plates, don't need no preparation\nUh, we making money and touring and it don't stop\nBet you some money that your song gon' flop\nI got some sons, they spawn out of my cock\nSpider Gang album done, now we on top\nAin't nobody better, can't question shit\nAll you niggas never get the messaging\nI be like stepping on they necks to win\nAma Dama, I had to break to let the pressure end\nNow I'm getting older and I'm jaded, but I made it, and they hate it\nI'm behaving in a way that leave them shaking\nWhy they begging for a placement?\nStarted out in a basement, upgrade to a crib, complacent\nAll the negativity couldn't phase him\nTake your favorite rapper and erase him, nigga, fuck\n\nUh, uh, uh\nI'm laying down kicks like Zai Yu\nI can't thnk of nobody I can't outdo\nTryna get like us, you better watch a how-to\nI be like \"Wow, cool, he can kinda bounce too\"\nI'm in the venue riding with a loud crew\nGive yourself an aneurysm, tryna live how I do\nGive a fuck about racks, take a shit in my pool\nYou can't do it like me, I could do it like you (Do it like)\nDon't nobody ever got shit to say when you tryna talk about it\nSpider Gang the truth, you can't walk around it\nSpider Gang in the building, got you walking out it, every time, no fail\nI don't think there's anyone behind those cells\nAnd you may be up now, but time will tell\nGuess there's nothing to do, guess there's no way back\nAnd now the whole wave tapped, and nothing gon' change that\n\nThese lyrics do not exist\nI'm an AI rapper, made a hit\nRun this song backwards I might've mixed\nThere's a message in here where they gonna miss\nPainting pictures in back of you eyelids (Eyelids)\nThis the vision I can't define it (Define it)\nYou gotta be looking to find it\nYou looking, but you are behind it (Find it, behind it)\nI get, I get, I get, I get this chrome, all you bitches know\nI'ma make you listen, take control, this that Interpol\nI'ma put this acid in your skull, these head's gonna blow\nI'm brainwashing everyone who go tune into this show (Show)\n\nStupid ass rappers, breaching down bad\nRappers in the courtroom's going out sad\nRappers in the interview's going out sad\nRappers in the label meeting's going out sad\nStupid ass rappers, breaching down bad\nThey're at the label meeting, giving it all up\nLabel man rubbing coins, counting cash up\nAnd they take a gaymo rapper and they make her fuck\nI hit the track when you sounding like cash\nI'm in Houston, bitch this state large ass\nI'ma hit the bat like a swat team attack\nAnd I drop her at the What-A-Burger, she getting fat\nI'm a stupid ass rapper, I'm rich and buried up\nR.I.P. the men who died from the double cup\nR.I.P. the men who died from serving Uncle Sam\nIt's not about The Hand, it's about The Man (yeah)\n\nWalk in this bitch, start dining\nI like to chill with the perky inside me\nLonely, I don't got one person beside me\nSporty and rich I catch a ball like a homy\nThose who keep talking, I tell 'em up it up on me\nI mix the Prada on me with new Balenci'\nI need my pills, otherwise, I'm acting pissy\nI just walked in this bitch and they know it's Big Double D\nBig Double D, I'm the sauceist\nTurn the pussy niggas into bodies, yes\nYou coming in second like Mitt Romney, yes\nYeah, you getting your legs broke, you climb these steps\nI'm Mr. Krabs with the money, because I try me best\nIt's a battle royale, until it's just me left\nAnd I'm Himphobic, don't give a fuck what he says\nBoy, you big bogus, you is not the one that's geekin'\nLike, lick, lick, lick, I'm in this bitch, they sucking they teeth\nI'm with this bitch, she sucking on me\nSucking my meat, Big Double D, ooh\nSniffing these pills, 'till I can't see, ooh\nWalk in my track, this the belly of the beast\nNigga's talking crazy, I'ma put his ass to sleep\nPop a blue and touch the moon, like Apollo 13\nGang, gang. gang, gang\n\nOpen your eyes, what do you see?\nOpen your ears, can you hear me?\nOpen your mind, destroy the screen\nToo much info, know what I mean?\nShut the window, getting noisy\nNo one keep you here, you can leave\nWishing to dictate when you breathe\nOn the leash and 'dicted with ease\nTake a pic, say, \"Cheese\"\nRemember when you used to climb trees?\nRemember falling on bloody knees?\nDays are gone, take a selfie please\nBased on the web, is that for sale?\nHow much you want? Let me buy your life\nOnline validation is jail\nWe can break you out if you like\n\nDon't got old Chanel (There was like this, really cool)\nDon't got, don't got old Chanel (I just, I don't know what they're saying but)\nDon't got, don't got old Chanel\nDon't got, don't got old Chanel (Fuck!)\n\nUh, big rack spinner, 10K dinner\nHundred racks made, I'm a goddamn winner\nPiggybank man, I am the piggybank man\nDripping like a sink with my feet in the sand\nTake a couple dollars (Nope!)\nBitch, I'm a baller (Yup!)\nBitch, you a monster (Nope!)\n(There will be no adlibs on this verse) I ain't got balls (Yup!)\n\nI wake up and got high to deal with the pain\nI feel like Muhammad Ali when he step in the ring\nI try to understand niggas, that shit be bringing me pain\nThese niggas mad, they say all music sounds the same\nYou wanna know why all music sounds the same?\nLook in the mirror, you're the reason why shit sounds the same\nYou the one making rap niggas famous off TikTok\nYou made niggas famous off ten-second TikTok's\nYour attention spans not long enough to digest music\nThat's not in the form of a ten-second TikTok\nRap niggas talking 'bout killing, shaking they ass on TikTok\nLook in the mirror, you're the problem\nThis nigga talking 'bout me on Reddit, I'ma rob him\nBig .45 is not a revolver, baby Glock so big, it's damn near a toddler\nI say what I say, I do what I want\nYou want me to scream on the beat, that's what you want?\nYou think your opinion really means something\nYou on Reddit typing like your opinion means something\nWhat kind of artist lets people dictate what they make?\nI'ma rap how I want because I'm not fake\nIt's an honor I showed up, don't care if I'm late\nSo go ahead, go nuts, go ape\n'Cause nowadays all you niggas seem to do is hate\nIt seem like niggas forgot where they came from\nI don't rap to rap nigga, I rap to say some (Some, some, some...)\n\n(Se-se) Seems like every time we step in the building\nMotherfucker tryna say some shit\nWhat you want from us?\nCouple years ago, no one show up to a show\nNow, they push up to the front to the front for us\n'Round 2018, you should scream into a mic, goddamn\nMotherfucker used to never like who I am\nCounting so much money, I need multiple hands\nI see you a sign a label deal, how the dick feel?\nAnd now you getting no money, oh, this shit real\nAnd I still think it's so funny how they want something from me\nOnce again how the fuck does the dick feel?\nFucking fuck 'em up, fuck it, lace it up\nEvery room we in, we fucking run it up\nAnd the we roll the runner-ups up\nYou think I never gave a fuck? Yes\nWhile we wrapping up these fucking faggots tryna jack the swag\nBut they know we the best, that's forever\nAnd I don't give a fuck, bitch, come and take this pic'\nTryna hop up on the stage, getting punched out quick\nEvery city that we in, yeah, we run that shit\nYou still saying, \"Spider Gang\" While we fuck your bitch (Huh!)\n\n(Real shit)\nYeah, pull up behind and get your target, leave 'em to die\nHasn't got dark yet, sun out the sky\nBless out the moon, this is our goodbye\nToo soon and I'm fully fitted\nI'ma go out on another mission, taking two guns and a bat\nI don't know where I'm at, but the games are the best\nI'ma put the gun to his head\nFully loaded, I told everyone\nI shouldn't know that I think I'ma shoot it, I was polluted\nGrab the pistol and he getting rebooted, acting all foolish\nNigga I'll die tonight, but promise you dying first\nLeaving you in the dirt, anybody on the Earth\nAnybody on the Earth, Huh!\n\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\nSpider Gang is over","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: INTRO\n  artist: SPIDER GANG\n  album: SPIDER GANG IS OVER\n  duration_ms: 638000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  There is nothing wrong with your television set\n  Do not attempt to adjust the picture\n  We are controlling transmissions\n\n  Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Eight legs move on the ceiling\n  Eight legs, eight legs move on the ceiling\n  Moving unseen in the dark, unfeeling\n  (Moving unseen in the dark, unfeeling)\n  I feel like a spider that got human feelings\n  I feel like a spider way I get so fly\n  Way I eat so good and way I get so high\n  I got all this time and I spend it wise\n  Spider Gang dead, was it ever alive?\n  Is this an elaborate illusion?\n  Hop in the pit and get a contusion\n  Spider Gang chaos, God of confusion\n  Control of perception is possible\n  They got you a stick like a popsicle\n  You are your only obstacle (You are your only obstacle)\n  You are your only obstacle, yeah\n  Big bank rolls, buy more stuff\n  Other human beings don't like you enough\n  Eat like shit, heart grow cold\n  Break your bones tryna fit it the mold\n  Suck my dick, make my night\n  You don't know shit, I know I'm right\n  Braindead motherfuckers sucking up life like a vampire\n  I got nothing in me but fight (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  That's my problem, y'all couldn't fuck with me\n  Too many people wanted me dead, catching up with me\n  Now every time I get in the bed think what's up with me\n  Focused on getting myself fed and getting money (Yeah)\n  Fuck rap ten times over\n  None of you motherfuckers are really that soldier\n  Think I would rap better if I could stay sober\n  Y'all ain't heard of half the shit in that folder\n  Yeah, Fuck it I'ma be about that shit until I'm dead\n  Fucking get fired if you touch my friends\n  Start to get worried 'bout the money I spent\n  'Till the next month hit then I cover my rent\n  Back outside for the 12-pack\n  Fuck it, I don't know a thing about a white flag\n  Fifteen over, fits be all back\n  Fuck it, I'ma need a hundred more racks\n  Get back, bitch\n\n  Me and my niggas making a compilation\n  Make up some fire, we burning like the fire station\n  Roam underground, we need the reparations\n  Stack up the plates, don't need no preparation\n  Uh, we making money and touring and it don't stop\n  Bet you some money that your song gon' flop\n  I got some sons, they spawn out of my cock\n  Spider Gang album done, now we on top\n  Ain't nobody better, can't question shit\n  All you niggas never get the messaging\n  I be like stepping on they necks to win\n  Ama Dama, I had to break to let the pressure end\n  Now I'm getting older and I'm jaded, but I made it, and they hate it\n  I'm behaving in a way that leave them shaking\n  Why they begging for a placement?\n  Started out in a basement, upgrade to a crib, complacent\n  All the negativity couldn't phase him\n  Take your favorite rapper and erase him, nigga, fuck\n\n  Uh, uh, uh\n  I'm laying down kicks like Zai Yu\n  I can't thnk of nobody I can't outdo\n  Tryna get like us, you better watch a how-to\n  I be like \"Wow, cool, he can kinda bounce too\"\n  I'm in the venue riding with a loud crew\n  Give yourself an aneurysm, tryna live how I do\n  Give a fuck about racks, take a shit in my pool\n  You can't do it like me, I could do it like you (Do it like)\n  Don't nobody ever got shit to say when you tryna talk about it\n  Spider Gang the truth, you can't walk around it\n  Spider Gang in the building, got you walking out it, every time, no fail\n  I don't think there's anyone behind those cells\n  And you may be up now, but time will tell\n  Guess there's nothing to do, guess there's no way back\n  And now the whole wave tapped, and nothing gon' change that\n\n  These lyrics do not exist\n  I'm an AI rapper, made a hit\n  Run this song backwards I might've mixed\n  There's a message in here where they gonna miss\n  Painting pictures in back of you eyelids (Eyelids)\n  This the vision I can't define it (Define it)\n  You gotta be looking to find it\n  You looking, but you are behind it (Find it, behind it)\n  I get, I get, I get, I get this chrome, all you bitches know\n  I'ma make you listen, take control, this that Interpol\n  I'ma put this acid in your skull, these head's gonna blow\n  I'm brainwashing everyone who go tune into this show (Show)\n\n  Stupid ass rappers, breaching down bad\n  Rappers in the courtroom's going out sad\n  Rappers in the interview's going out sad\n  Rappers in the label meeting's going out sad\n  Stupid ass rappers, breaching down bad\n  They're at the label meeting, giving it all up\n  Label man rubbing coins, counting cash up\n  And they take a gaymo rapper and they make her fuck\n  I hit the track when you sounding like cash\n  I'm in Houston, bitch this state large ass\n  I'ma hit the bat like a swat team attack\n  And I drop her at the What-A-Burger, she getting fat\n  I'm a stupid ass rapper, I'm rich and buried up\n  R.I.P. the men who died from the double cup\n  R.I.P. the men who died from serving Uncle Sam\n  It's not about The Hand, it's about The Man (yeah)\n\n  Walk in this bitch, start dining\n  I like to chill with the perky inside me\n  Lonely, I don't got one person beside me\n  Sporty and rich I catch a ball like a homy\n  Those who keep talking, I tell 'em up it up on me\n  I mix the Prada on me with new Balenci'\n  I need my pills, otherwise, I'm acting pissy\n  I just walked in this bitch and they know it's Big Double D\n  Big Double D, I'm the sauceist\n  Turn the pussy niggas into bodies, yes\n  You coming in second like Mitt Romney, yes\n  Yeah, you getting your legs broke, you climb these steps\n  I'm Mr. Krabs with the money, because I try me best\n  It's a battle royale, until it's just me left\n  And I'm Himphobic, don't give a fuck what he says\n  Boy, you big bogus, you is not the one that's geekin'\n  Like, lick, lick, lick, I'm in this bitch, they sucking they teeth\n  I'm with this bitch, she sucking on me\n  Sucking my meat, Big Double D, ooh\n  Sniffing these pills, 'till I can't see, ooh\n  Walk in my track, this the belly of the beast\n  Nigga's talking crazy, I'ma put his ass to sleep\n  Pop a blue and touch the moon, like Apollo 13\n  Gang, gang. gang, gang\n\n  Open your eyes, what do you see?\n  Open your ears, can you hear me?\n  Open your mind, destroy the screen\n  Too much info, know what I mean?\n  Shut the window, getting noisy\n  No one keep you here, you can leave\n  Wishing to dictate when you breathe\n  On the leash and 'dicted with ease\n  Take a pic, say, \"Cheese\"\n  Remember when you used to climb trees?\n  Remember falling on bloody knees?\n  Days are gone, take a selfie please\n  Based on the web, is that for sale?\n  How much you want? Let me buy your life\n  Online validation is jail\n  We can break you out if you like\n\n  Don't got old Chanel (There was like this, really cool)\n  Don't got, don't got old Chanel (I just, I don't know what they're saying but)\n  Don't got, don't got old Chanel\n  Don't got, don't got old Chanel (Fuck!)\n\n  Uh, big rack spinner, 10K dinner\n  Hundred racks made, I'm a goddamn winner\n  Piggybank man, I am the piggybank man\n  Dripping like a sink with my feet in the sand\n  Take a couple dollars (Nope!)\n  Bitch, I'm a baller (Yup!)\n  Bitch, you a monster (Nope!)\n  (There will be no adlibs on this verse) I ain't got balls (Yup!)\n\n  I wake up and got high to deal with the pain\n  I feel like Muhammad Ali when he step in the ring\n  I try to understand niggas, that shit be bringing me pain\n  These niggas mad, they say all music sounds the same\n  You wanna know why all music sounds the same?\n  Look in the mirror, you're the reason why shit sounds the same\n  You the one making rap niggas famous off TikTok\n  You made niggas famous off ten-second TikTok's\n  Your attention spans not long enough to digest music\n  That's not in the form of a ten-second TikTok\n  Rap niggas talking 'bout killing, shaking they ass on TikTok\n  Look in the mirror, you're the problem\n  This nigga talking 'bout me on Reddit, I'ma rob him\n  Big .45 is not a revolver, baby Glock so big, it's damn near a toddler\n  I say what I say, I do what I want\n  You want me to scream on the beat, that's what you want?\n  You think your opinion really means something\n  You on Reddit typing like your opinion means something\n  What kind of artist lets people dictate what they make?\n  I'ma rap how I want because I'm not fake\n  It's an honor I showed up, don't care if I'm late\n  So go ahead, go nuts, go ape\n  'Cause nowadays all you niggas seem to do is hate\n  It seem like niggas forgot where they came from\n  I don't rap to rap nigga, I rap to say some (Some, some, some...)\n\n  (Se-se) Seems like every time we step in the building\n  Motherfucker tryna say some shit\n  What you want from us?\n  Couple years ago, no one show up to a show\n  Now, they push up to the front to the front for us\n  'Round 2018, you should scream into a mic, goddamn\n  Motherfucker used to never like who I am\n  Counting so much money, I need multiple hands\n  I see you a sign a label deal, how the dick feel?\n  And now you getting no money, oh, this shit real\n  And I still think it's so funny how they want something from me\n  Once again how the fuck does the dick feel?\n  Fucking fuck 'em up, fuck it, lace it up\n  Every room we in, we fucking run it up\n  And the we roll the runner-ups up\n  You think I never gave a fuck? Yes\n  While we wrapping up these fucking faggots tryna jack the swag\n  But they know we the best, that's forever\n  And I don't give a fuck, bitch, come and take this pic'\n  Tryna hop up on the stage, getting punched out quick\n  Every city that we in, yeah, we run that shit\n  You still saying, \"Spider Gang\" While we fuck your bitch (Huh!)\n\n  (Real shit)\n  Yeah, pull up behind and get your target, leave 'em to die\n  Hasn't got dark yet, sun out the sky\n  Bless out the moon, this is our goodbye\n  Too soon and I'm fully fitted\n  I'ma go out on another mission, taking two guns and a bat\n  I don't know where I'm at, but the games are the best\n  I'ma put the gun to his head\n  Fully loaded, I told everyone\n  I shouldn't know that I think I'ma shoot it, I was polluted\n  Grab the pistol and he getting rebooted, acting all foolish\n  Nigga I'll die tonight, but promise you dying first\n  Leaving you in the dirt, anybody on the Earth\n  Anybody on the Earth, Huh!\n\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over\n  Spider Gang is over\n"}]