[Verse One] Yo I'm a champ at this rap sh** We 'bout to have church just like the baptist Show you what a soul clap is Legendary Johnny Mathis, I'm so active Me and 9th go perfectly like somersaults and backflips We moving latinos, white boys, even the black kids The Asian cats that truly know what rap is You know the fact is, Spec should've been signed Metaphors got more kicks in 'em then Finish Line I'm off the hook like phones up in your project So nostalgic the rap game so overcrowded Down south say you "bout it" Out west they say "fo sheezo" Up north, "what's happening my peoples" It's live when I breathe on it Raw performance, put G's on it Got no doe? Put your car keys on it Take you old school, battle for j**els Battle for d**, battle for booze Battle for shoes, f** if I lose, I re-up and re-battle you fools Army of one, hottest sh** to shine since the sun I'm the chosen one plus some Bang like percussions, hang a man with my verbal discussions You can't touch him, burn your chest like a white Russian Plus I got your block buzzing [?] Listen dukes, we are definitely not cousins But that's okay cause you love how I rock The ladies love how I rock the fellas love how I rock Spectac, dropping you gifts just like it's Christmas Really doesn't matter if you mister or missus Throw up both your hands, let me see you pump your fists [Hook] {x2} When I rock throw your fists f** if you mister or missus This is, thee exquisite Pump your fist if you feel it Throw up your hands if you feel it Spectac is the illest [Verse Two] I Rap A Lot, I rap aloud I rap for kids from down south who ain't never coming out You heard about it word of mouth Fat Beats, Def Jam South I'm coming out Diana Ross style, no flossing Six million dollars to spend like Steve Austin The platinum chains is so costing I'd rather spend it on them seedy a** knucklehead kids, I do it so often That's why the baby mamas love me Wanna bone me Not enough to go around so you try to clone me And no matter what side of town get "what up homie?" Hi fives and sh**, we live as sh** Hip hop is my two front teeth, I want to die with this So called, Mission Impossible Juggernaut, unstoppable South Carolina's prodigal son has returned I can't be burned I bring lessons from the ghetto that can't be learned From a higher source, you hot take your clothes off I'm that uncooked raw, if you sniff, take your nose off Spectac is back, I'm telling you doc The little kids on the block The mister and missus, they love what I got They love how I blow the spot Love how I keep 'em hot Point blank they just love how I rock When I rock [Hook] [Verse Three] On these Carolina backroads where I mastered these rap flows And hit up shows like city pimps used to smack hoes Rapping through they a**hole and mouth Used to think sh** and fly words come out The bathroom is where we hung out Cause somehow that brought out the ba** in your beatbox Make music with your mouth and vibrations from the sheetrocks 10 years before Pete Rock we watched that street rock Get us high like Woodstock, the cities had good cops And little kids rocked they Reeboks doing they bus stop On the all white hi tops, couldn't wait for my time to drop Finally my whole cliques on and I'ma put it on Any track that I'm spitting on, I'ma get the getting 'fore it's gone You that soft p**n, I'm that hard sh** Triple X, Van Diesel hard dick I'ma flow regardless No matter if you're old or young or just started Whether you gangstas or mobsters, poets or authors It's really not bothering me, you're all garbage Quick disposal, only flow local I'm worldwide and so vocal I bet if you like bifocals, wrestling style or chokehold You can't get loose I'm like O.J., I did it, but you can't get proof Verbal mortar shell Hit cats in groups or by themselves Mines on the top charts and yours on the bottom shelves You n***as know that I rock well It never fails I set wind to your sails like Nautica Blow like Orca the whale, tipping your scale Plus I write jams like how it guarantee to co-sale when I rock The world loves how I rock [Hook]