[Verse 1: Spectre]

Rap is my art

You knew that from the start

I wonder if you'd still think I'm whack if I chart

Don't group me with them, please stack us apart

Chasing what I can't see, like tag in the dark

No surprise, everybody and their mother

Thinking that they know me, though I say otherwise

I prophesize, I'll be big, that's my proper size

You're Chicken Little, I'm about to drop the skies

If you're on top, I hope you're prepared to fall

I'm acting like, you ain't even there at all

I got well timed flow, this right here is analog

I'm running past, while you just stand and blog

These kids believe in me, Santa Clause

They wrote me off, I came back, Randy Moss

My flows wet, jump in, cannonball

And if they resent this, I'll hit 'em with clenched fists

Got my own holiday, ask 'em where the Grinch is

I'll have so much green, that nobody could pinch this

[Verse 2: Spectre]

I walk into the room, I know I got the best flow

Magic, abracadabra, presto

They think they're nice, but I'll put 'em to the test though

In the end they'll be making less dough

Got a few views and now I see their heads grow

You're sitting behind, I'm killing the rhymes, so get back

You're the epitome of, The Wizard of Oz, a quick fact

It's just that, you're fake with a gimmick

You're late to diminish, but do anything for the sake of your image

Haters always talking, resulting in me getting lost in

The hate, ignoring the love

But when I feel it, best believe I'm soaring above

I want to sell out shows

They're never touring enough

They're boring and suck

I know skills help, but more of it's luck

[Verse 3: Spectre]

I'm an MC of the highest degree

Showing defiance to me

Ain't rocket science, but he

Can't get his point across, he's at a loss, denying defeat

I ain't supplying the beat

But I'll rock it 'till I'm blue in the face

I'm eating beats, now watch, I'm boutta chew on the bass

Bring something new to this place

You're gonna need a knee brace

Tryna keep up with this pace

Cause I'm incredible

Guess beats are edible

Dissing me's inevitable

Sure to be regrettable

Once I stomp you, out of this game

Rap without me? Just plain

What I'm talking 'bout ain't the same

As the rest of these so-called lyricists

I swear, I just ain't hearing this

They're claiming hip hop when they're more like pop rock

The second I hopped in the game, I swear, their stock dropped

Saying their Glock pops

Just will not stop

Thinking they're top notch

Ima stomp 'em, like numbers in hopscotch

Your beats are bad, and on top of that

Stop with rap

Get a job, you're whack

This is just a soft attack