CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Verse 1
• Who am I? No one knows me but everyone wanna judge me
• No one knows my story but gotta grudge and wanna drug me
• I'd be #eatin' your mind with questions and you'd wanna crush me
• I'm bustin' with questions for survival like #food but get nothing
• I'm #breakin' #bad in this #desert and #lost like #White and #Pinkman
• Im tryna solve em problems but you interrupt while I think man
• You tryna #fly and control me like #Flight #93 but #cant still #land
• Tryna provoke me with sorrow but I'm real strong like steel glass
• Walkin' this lonely road, alone and broke #without my #shadow
• Talkin' to myself, I see #no #light or the #sun but on I shall go
• Crawlin' by myself with no food or water except for this mad flow
• Got music to speak words and fuse it with these worlds with a slack rope
• Life tryna kill us all, some move on with the pills, smoke and weep
• Well me? I take that challenge and fill it with hopes and dreams
• I'm forgotten by everyone but will be remembered forever
• I'm locked in this #maze like #Alby and imma stay to scorch terror
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• I walked to the #edge of #earth to take the #leap #of #faith
• Was I locked in my subconscious with cosmic conscientiousness? Wait!
• Am I eatin' dirt and breathin' hate, with amnesia, was I #fallen?
• Yeah, picked up off the road with a #bourne #Identity, I was forgotten
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• Verse 2
• Am I an alien? Was my mission to land on earth and look for life
• And am I a salient man sent here to look for the man who took my time?
• Who took my life? He shook my eyes, I was full of grime
• I was spineless but had one weapon that was full of rhymes
• I wasn't finesse but had some venom while spittin' these hard words
• I bust and #digest these rappers seldom and flippin' with scarred words
• They rust and #die #just before they step up on the beat, tryna be #rancour
• They're first from the bottom, killin' themselves and each other, tryna be a #ranker
• But that's all in my head, it aint real with this cata-clysmic war on
• But I ain't feel real, reality's a prison with this maddening mystic torch on
• Sadistic acts are happening with kids and it moves on from generation to generation
• With each penetration to realization
• We finally hit the tombstone and move to our last exhalation
• We're in our room cold and frostbite about our past desolation
• Friends are people who sold our souls, we got no one but deprivation
• This demonstration hit me right through my heart
• and makes me feel ISIS would take me as family
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