Spectre - 3 Verses [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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