Will.I.Am - 99 Cent Lighter lyrics

You're shallow like a puddle, the deep ones need to huddle You b**h-a** individuals can call your girls and cuddle The times are getting serious, critical and furious Heads are flying everywhere but I remain oblivious Through it all, I got a wall, in front of me Above me, below me, you're acting 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 trying to tell you, something, but all you know is nothing Breaking down MC's just like a sport similar to hunting First I see you grazing, 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 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"] 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 freaking 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 separation Head body and limbs all placed in separate nations Ain't nothing 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 n***as who flayed Cause the back of all laying 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 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"] Yo I hear someone's coming, he's bringing you a clue The dopest things in life are guaranteed to be taboo The trees are talking to me now and telling 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 Marianas 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 reveille And then I grab the microphone, sing a song of sorrow Got some dope-a** 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 [scratched samples] I am a simple soul As a soldier I take things simply