Spydie's Birth
Brotha Lynch Hung feat. D-Dubb Lyrics


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Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas...
Okay

[Verse 1]
Maybe they don't know I'ma, O.E
You just a king cobra straight
No via satellite, it'd take more than a car battery to juice me
Killa appetite, never catch me actin' right
Smoke a two hundred sack a night, like an AK when I shoot these
Please believe I pack it right, produce rapid stripes(?)
They call me Randy Johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour
...(?)
Nigga you must be off that powder, I'm Spiderman
Give me a blunt, pen, pad, and an hour, I'll make it shower
My taliban, Siccmade Muzicc we keep it heated like Nascar (guess what)
Plain and simple patna, fill up the clip and then blast ours
Ain't no rippin shit, it's all S-I-double see, you trouble me
I'm loco in the cabesa and I'm siccer than the rest-a
I'll blow your chest up, he need an ambulance
Two minutes left, he don't have a chance, not even half a chance
Leave him with feces all in his pants when we pick him up
I rip 'em up right out the dump truck 'cause I'm

[Chorus]
Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much you know you can
He sports the tec's, any size
You playin' him close he might blow your mind
He's deep in the cut, heat all around
Tryin' to find him he's no where to be found
Okay, here comes the Spiderman
(Here comes the Spiderman...)

[Verse 2]
I'm like (?) snipers, I ain't try'na brag, but here
You need these numbers to this place that be makin' body bags
I'm the kamikaze magnum while I'm draggin' um
To the spot, gotta get the ...(?)
Like roast beef, nigga I ain't supposed to beef
But I love meat and I got Sacramento enemies, So I love heat
Got a sack of indo green leaves and I'm 'bout to twist it
So move with me nigga, quick shit patna, you 'bout to miss it
Now I don't smoke with them busted browns(?), I clutch the pounds
And if you fuck wid it I rub ya down
With seventeen rounds, crack the everclear now
Forever real now, spittin' at the whole crowd verbs and nouns
And no felonies so I pack somethin' heavy
I took the Chevy to the levy, two hundred and fifty pounds of red meat 'n feddy
You got it twisted up like crazy Eddie ...(?)
From two hundred and yards away I make ya head bleed steadily

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Bet I could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles 'n eat 'em
These days that ain't shit, cut 'em and bleed 'em
I seen worse shit, fuck em and feed em bloody spaghetti
That Siccmade shit, cuddy get ready, bloody your Chevy interior quick
Muddy your driveway, that's what I say
Fuck it, you 'bout to die today
Got a chopper in the hideaway, don't make me use it
Off a half pipe(?) with the Ol' 8 English, don't make me lose it
I'm cry baby locc, that's it
I'm from the block where you learn at sixteen
to load glocks, pack clips and smoke pot
Slumpin' Tupac, 'Me Against The World' 'cause it juice me
I got episodes and episodes like Ricky and Lucy
Drama shit, dead momma shit, don't give a fuck shit
Rough shit, shut you up in the back of the truck shit
Them gangsta bitches love this, they jack off to it
I'm Spiderman, bitch ass nigga I thought you knew this





[Chorus] x2

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Spydie's Birth" by Brotha Lynch Hung are dark and violent, describing the singer's gritty lifestyle and tendencies towards violence. The first verse sets the tone for the song, with Brotha Lynch Hung boasting about his toughness and his love for marijuana. He compares himself to a high-speed weapon and declares that he can't be tamed. The second verse continues with the same themes, but also introduces cannibalism and other extreme acts of violence. The third verse is the most graphic, with Brotha Lynch Hung describing the torture and murder of his enemies.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, I'm in the dark on these niggas...
I don't know anything about these people...


Maybe they don't know I'ma, O.E
Perhaps they don't know that I'm Brotha Lynch Hung...


You just a king cobra straight
You're just like a straight king cobra...


No via satellite, it'd take more than a car battery to juice me
Even if you tried to electrify me via satellite, you would need something more powerful than a car battery...


Killa appetite, never catch me actin' right
I have a killer appetite and you'll never see me acting right...


Smoke a two hundred sack a night, like an AK when I shoot these
I smoke a two hundred dollar bag of weed every night and it's like shooting an AK-47 when I do it...


Please believe I pack it right, produce rapid stripes(?),
Believe me, I pack my weed properly and it produces fast and strong effects...


They call me Randy Johnson, hundred and twenty miles an hour
They call me Randy Johnson because I can go as fast as 120 mph...


...(?)
Unknown/Indecipherable


Nigga you must be off that powder, I'm Spiderman
You must be high on cocaine, while I'm the Spiderman...


Give me a blunt, pen, pad, and an hour, I'll make it shower
Give me some weed, pen, paper and time, I'll make it rain with rhymes...


My taliban, Siccmade Muzicc we keep it heated like Nascar (guess what)
My group Siccmade Muzicc is like the Taliban, we keep it hot like Nascar races (guess what)...


Plain and simple patna, fill up the clip and then blast ours
It's plain and simple, friend: fill up the gun magazine and then shoot at our enemies...


Ain't no rippin shit, it's all S-I-double see, you trouble me
We're not just talking tough, we actually do it. We're S-I-C-C and we cause trouble for our enemies...


I'm loco in the cabesa and I'm siccer than the rest-a
I'm crazy in the head and sicker than the others...


I'll blow your chest up, he need an ambulance
I'll shoot you in the chest and then you'll need an ambulance...


Two minutes left, he don't have a chance, not even half a chance
He only has two minutes left to live and he doesn't even have a small chance of survival...


Leave him with feces all in his pants when we pick him up
We'll leave him with soiled pants when we pick him up after shooting him...


I rip 'em up right out the dump truck 'cause I'm
I'll dispose of the body right out of the dump truck because I'm...


Spiderman, Spiderman, try'na see how much you know you can
I'm Spiderman, trying to see how far my abilities can go...


He sports the tec's, any size
He carries different sizes of firearms...


You playin' him close he might blow your mind
If you try to get too close to him, he might surprise you and shoot you...


He's deep in the cut, heat all around
He's hiding in a discrete location, with many weapons nearby...


Tryin' to find him he's no where to be found
You won't be able to find him because he's too well hidden...


I'm like (?) snipers, I ain't try'na brag, but here
I'm as skilled as a sniper, I don't mean to brag, but it's true...


You need these numbers to this place that be makin' body bags
If you want to locate the place that makes body bags, I can give you the address...


I'm the kamikaze magnum while I'm draggin' um
I'm like a kamikaze pilot with a magnum gun, while I drag my enemies with me...


To the spot, gotta get the ...(?)
To a certain spot, where something is located...


Like roast beef, nigga I ain't supposed to beef
Like roast beef, I'm not supposed to fight with people...


But I love meat and I got Sacramento enemies, So I love heat
But I like violence and I have enemies in Sacramento, so I love guns and violence...


Got a sack of indo green leaves and I'm 'bout to twist it
I have a bag of high-quality marijuana and I'm about to roll it...


So move with me nigga, quick shit patna, you 'bout to miss it
So come along quickly with me, friend, or you'll miss out on something amazing...


Now I don't smoke with them busted browns(?), I clutch the pounds
I won't smoke with those low-quality weed smokers, I prefer to carry my guns...


And if you fuck wid it I rub ya down
And if you mess with me, I'll kill you...


With seventeen rounds, crack the everclear now
With a gun that has seventeen bullets, and also crack cocaine mixed with alcohol...


Forever real now, spittin' at the whole crowd verbs and nouns
I keep it real forever, rapping about everything and everyone...


And no felonies so I pack somethin' heavy
I don't have a criminal record so I can carry something heavy like a gun...


I took the Chevy to the levy, two hundred and fifty pounds of red meat 'n feddy
I took my Chevrolet to the riverside, carrying two hundred and fifty pounds of weed and money...


You got it twisted up like crazy Eddie ...(?)
You're not understanding it properly, you're as confused as Crazy Eddie...


From two hundred and yards away I make ya head bleed steadily
From two hundred yards away, I'll shoot you so accurately that your head will start bleeding steadily...


Bet I could teach ya how to dissect your stomach muscles 'n eat 'em
I can even teach you how to cut up your stomach muscles and eat them...


These days that ain't shit, cut 'em and bleed 'em
These days, cutting someone up isn't a big deal, just cut them and make them bleed...


I seen worse shit, fuck em and feed em bloody spaghetti
I've seen worse things than that, just kill them and feed them bloody spaghetti...


That Siccmade shit, cuddy get ready, bloody your Chevy interior quick
That's the Siccmade style, friend, get ready to have your Chevrolet's interior covered in blood...


Muddy your driveway, that's what I say
Leave mud and blood all over your driveway, that's what I'm saying...


Fuck it, you 'bout to die today
Forget it, today is your last day alive...


Got a chopper in the hideaway, don't make me use it
I have a machine gun hidden somewhere, and I'll use it if I need to...


Off a half pipe(?) with the Ol' 8 English, don't make me lose it
Smoking weed off a skateboard ramp, while drinking Olde English malt liquor, don't make me go crazy...


I'm cry baby locc, that's it
I'm a crybaby gangster, that's who I am...


I'm from the block where you learn at sixteen to load glocks, pack clips and smoke pot
I'm from a neighborhood where you learn at an early age to load guns, have lots of bullets ready, and smoke weed...


Slumpin' Tupac, 'Me Against The World' 'cause it juice me
Listening to Tupac's 'Me Against The World' album and feeling energized because of it...


I got episodes and episodes like Ricky and Lucy
I've had many isolated events like in the show 'I Love Lucy'...


Drama shit, dead momma shit, don't give a fuck shit
I like to get involved in dramatic situations, even if someone has died, and I don't care...


Rough shit, shut you up in the back of the truck shit
Violent situations, where I have to knock someone unconscious and put them in a truck to dispose of them...


Them gangsta bitches love this, they jack off to it
Those gangster girls love this kind of violence, they even get turned on by it...


I'm Spiderman, bitch ass nigga I thought you knew this
I'm the Spiderman, and I thought you already knew this, you weak person...




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