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My Shot Video (MV)




Performed By: Spectre
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Dylan Martin




Spectre - My Shot Lyrics




As I stare at the dishes in the sink, wishes what I think
Crazy how life switches in a blink, nice scriptures what I ink
I aim to be an entrepreneur, and i'm charged as a junior
I'm armed and truer, I've been steady stackin' ammo
Blending in with the crowd, i'm back in camo
I'm the f*ckin' shark that attack in the shallow
After the recordin' sesh, i'm out and scorin' cess
I'm looking for more than sex, drawin' tecs
Flexin foreign 'Vettes and forgin' cheques
I'm only seven teen, livin' shit that you never seen
I'm tryin' to endeavour cream, while smoking on ever green
Perceived as a pawn wishin' to be a better king
I flow rhymes that are rarer than the gold mines
Needa unlock your closed minds, 'cause I don't f*ck with those kinds
Reminiscin' about old times has help me mould rhymes
Ain't stressin' 'bout a co-sign, i'll make it in no time

I feel like i'm locked in a cage, I just wanna stop and rage
But as I jot on the page, I plot and engage
Wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
It's not for the wage, it's my shot for the stage

See, it's the Mandela effect, I thought I had hella respect
Not finna be a fella in debt, offer an umbrella in the wet
You say i'm "Failin' in rap", and i'm impalin' your back
I'm more down to earth than a f*ckin' alien attack
I dream to have a stadium packed, sayin' you rap
I ain't playin' your track, i'm leavin' your cranium cracked
And dawg, I put that on the f*ckin' Australian flag
The studio's the finest realm, it's where we writers dwell
More rare than a knife in a cell, spittin' rhymes and i'm white as hell
Lingerin' in the game, like the slightest smell
Triggering the flame dawg, shit I might as well
I produced the track, i'm leavin' it bruised and cracked
F*ck a day job, i'm choosin' to rap
Like a detective i'm lookin' for the clues and the facts
I got get loose and relax, it ain't bout the jewels and cash
I keep it real dawg, I ain't usin' a mask

I feel like i'm locked in a cage, I just wanna stop and rage
But as I jot on the page, I plot and engage
Wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
It's not for the wage, it's my shot for the stage
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As I stare at the dishes in the sink, wishes what I think
Crazy how life switches in a blink, nice scriptures what I ink
I aim to be an entrepreneur, and i'm charged as a junior
I'm armed and truer, I've been steady stackin' ammo
Blending in with the crowd, i'm back in camo
I'm the f*ckin' shark that attack in the shallow
After the recordin' sesh, i'm out and scorin' cess
I'm looking for more than sex, drawin' tecs
Flexin foreign 'Vettes and forgin' cheques
I'm only seven teen, livin' shit that you never seen
I'm tryin' to endeavour cream, while smoking on ever green
Perceived as a pawn wishin' to be a better king
I flow rhymes that are rarer than the gold mines
Needa unlock your closed minds, 'cause I don't f*ck with those kinds
Reminiscin' about old times has help me mould rhymes
Ain't stressin' 'bout a co-sign, i'll make it in no time

I feel like i'm locked in a cage, I just wanna stop and rage
But as I jot on the page, I plot and engage
Wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
It's not for the wage, it's my shot for the stage

See, it's the Mandela effect, I thought I had hella respect
Not finna be a fella in debt, offer an umbrella in the wet
You say i'm "Failin' in rap", and i'm impalin' your back
I'm more down to earth than a f*ckin' alien attack
I dream to have a stadium packed, sayin' you rap
I ain't playin' your track, i'm leavin' your cranium cracked
And dawg, I put that on the f*ckin' Australian flag
The studio's the finest realm, it's where we writers dwell
More rare than a knife in a cell, spittin' rhymes and i'm white as hell
Lingerin' in the game, like the slightest smell
Triggering the flame dawg, shit I might as well
I produced the track, i'm leavin' it bruised and cracked
F*ck a day job, i'm choosin' to rap
Like a detective i'm lookin' for the clues and the facts
I got get loose and relax, it ain't bout the jewels and cash
I keep it real dawg, I ain't usin' a mask

I feel like i'm locked in a cage, I just wanna stop and rage
But as I jot on the page, I plot and engage
Wanna be on top and amaze, drop get some plays
It's not for the wage, it's my shot for the stage
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Writer: Dylan Martin
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