Smooth with my moves

You claim you’re the best, but your flow’s on a leash, I feast on your weakness, it’s time for a breach, I’m stacking my wins while you’re stuck in a speech, Your rhymes are like crumbs, man, I’m serving the feast. You talk a big game, but it’s all just a bluff, I’m smooth with the moves, while you’re rough and you’re tough, You flex for the crowd, but your shine’s wearing off, I’m the king in the booth, and you’re just a soft puff. You step to my throne, but you’re lost in the haze, I’m lighting the way while you’re caught in a maze, Your bars are like shadows, they fade in a blaze, I’m spitting pure fire, you’re just stuck in a daze. I’m the voice of the streets, you’re a whisper in wind, Your time’s up, little man, let the games now begin, I’ll bury your legacy, watch the dust settle in, While I rise to the top, let the real one win.