3 Verses

[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