CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Can't remember the first time I made the pen bleed,
• looking back now and where I am now Twenty-Fifteen,
• almost Sixteen, still spitting the same freaking thing,
• on the same motherfucking bullshit equipment.
• Motherfuckers trying to take my picture while my balls itching,
• and the same motherfuckers got my head spinning, ears ringing,
• but til my head stops thinking 'n my lungs stop breathing
• mark my words cuz I promise ya this is a guarantee,
• I'm never gonna stop palming my balls like a holster on my side,
• so find the cops somebody or call like a poster for my crimes,
• I told ya in my rhymes so hold on to ya mind
• while looking at my rise from fucking Appian Drive.
• So stare into my eyes and name the least devoted again
• take nine shots of neighborhood grocery eye drops if you can't see this
• This whole fucking time I was put down cuz I was not committed
• but the fact I defined the lies in front ya eyes oblivious.
• So no one can ever put me down again cuz I only come up
• even better than what i once was realizing I was in a gold mine,
• only shows that the fuck up you thought I was flip flopped to become
• my one and only come back on you "so called successes" combined,
• all my rights with my wrongs and everyone knows good always wins,
• surfing the seas of the easy sails, no more blowing away in the wind.
• But I can feel a storm coming, I can feel the tension strumming,
• my head's throbbing the beat's pumping ontop of heavy bass drummin,
• and they keep screaming karma, I'm backing into my corner like
• "Come on!", I love a little irony in an epilogue bruh.