(Intro

[Spectre]

The uncool rap assassin

The dude's back in action

Thinking bout life, tryna pursue something lasting

Who's bouta gas him

When he proves he's the master

When he starts to rap faster, in your view it's disaster

My words hit like steel blades

Don't feel great

Can't school me

Like field days, being real pays

[Clive Burrows]

Being real pays, till you get a little fame and some money

Now these bitches acting funny

Now these niggas acting funny

Fuck you want from me, nigga?

Coming from the dungeon, nigga, aka where yer hoes dragged

Close doored and now the whores trapped

Fuck rap

Just a distraction from gun capping these

Hoes, I'm pimp slapping, they jocking

Ticking tocking and stopping the watch frozen

The flow going

I'm showboating

Ill stop tho

And let specs fill it like on mixes of olden, now go

[Spectre]

With the best flow

Let the rest know

That this kids boutta be up next though

When I slide on the beat, like home plate

You probably drive with your feet, you're the stone age

I'm the future

You need a boost up

You can't be on my level, speak of the devil

Eating these beats, now they seeking to settle

All disputes, saw a fool, bought a stool

You might wanna sit down when I'm taunting you, it's hard to do

[Clive Burrows]

Heard that nigga specs?

Dare a nigga fucking step

To the best, get wrecked, with finesse

From the blessed vocals

From dem frederick locals

More exactly the secret circle

Murking these circle jerkers, till they dripping purple

Putting worthless slags in hearses, perfect verses

Coming from the 7th, flight, from heaven

I'll arrive at 9 divide it by 11

Main objective s of my algorithms

Vocal prisms, smug and potent CHILLIN

Smoking on some ronald roaches

Call it audio-toking, im blowing and killin

[Spectre]

Thought he was joking, I was serious as Mona Lisa

Gonna teach ya, phone a preacher

Talking with God

My words over your head, you toss 'em aside

I'm on a roll, like Rick Ross on his side

Call myself an author with pride

Assault and get robbed

Lyrically I'm a coffin that's wide

Throwing salt in your eyes, I'm adult in the size

Of my cerebral cortex, ain't seen the Source yet

My rhymes got 'em slipping, I believe the floors wet