Spineless by SC Static Lyrics
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
(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