[Verse 1] Creep through the alley with my eight-legged stealth Spinning silk threads, building empires of wealth Corner to corner, got my web stretched wide Catch a fly slipping, nowhere left to hide I'm patient, calculated, never make a sound While you running circles, I'm holding down the ground Black hoodie low, moving through the mist Check the trap at midnight, see what I missed They call me Spider 'cause I'm always on the wall Watching from above while these other players fall Got connections in the borough, every block, every street Sticky situation? Man, I land on my feet [Chorus] Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Eight eyes open, never missing any sign Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider in the game, and I'm ahead of my time Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Climb the building high, leave the competition behind Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider on the throne, this the golden era grind [Verse 2] Boom-bap knocking while I plot my next move Venomous flow, got nothing left to prove They try to shake the web but it only gets tighter Old-school cipher, underground fighter I remember when the block was all we had Cardboard boxes, graffiti, boom box mad Now I'm spinning narratives like silk from my soul Every bar a strand, every verse takes hold You can't escape once you step in my zone I built this empire brick by brick, alone Predator instinct when I sense the prey Vintage wisdom in a modern-day display [Chorus] Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Eight eyes open, never missing any sign Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider in the game, and I'm ahead of my time Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Climb the building high, leave the competition behind Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider on the throne, this the golden era grind [Bridge] (Scratch break) They don't see me coming, invisible thread Strategic placement, ten steps ahead Arachnid architect of this concrete web Survival of the fittest, that's what the OG's said I don't get caught, I do the catching Every move precise, every plan I'm hatching [Verse 3] From the fire escape to the rooftop view I see the whole city, know what's false and true Spinning since the days of the sample and the scratch Now these young cats trying hard to match But they don't got the patience, don't got the craft I'm a master weaver, been doing this math Street professor with a PhD in grind Leave a legacy web for the next to find When the beat drops heavy and the bass goes boom I'm the spider in the corner of your living room Unseen, unheard, but I'm always there Golden era spirit floating through the air [Chorus] Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Eight eyes open, never missing any sign Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider in the game, and I'm ahead of my time Spider in the cut, yeah, I'm weaving my design Climb the building high, leave the competition behind Spin it, trap it, wrap it up, it's mine Spider on the throne, this the golden era grind [Outro] Yeah, the spider never sleeps Web stays strong, the city's mine to keep Vintage heat, boom-bap on repeat Spider in the shadows, moving through the street (Scratch fade out)