CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I got banana clips, Eating banana chips, Digest a rap, Came out your shit,
• Oh sorry, I mean music,Would call it art, But the mic,You abuse it.
• Throw a rhyme every line,Can't follow a theme, Fuck a bitch,In her tummy. My dick
• puncture her spleen. It's obscene. Music supposed to make an image or at least
• Lift your spirits. Yet you give elementary bars, When most your listeners,
• All is parents. It's ok. It's just your childish ways, Rather kick back
• With your friends and get blazed, Talking about bitches, Or playing video games
• While the world just Fades... Away, Goodbye, See ya never,
• You could of played your part, But you waste away your future.
• Now you only selling bars, Under the cash register. Don't hate on me,
• I'm only the messenger, Hermes of an era, Warning of a past,
• That still threatens us, Eagle with it's claws, Gripping, Ripping all the flesh off us.
• By flesh, I mean our basic instincts, The reality that we see,
• Is the image of the insane, Subliminal ties, To stabilize our minds,
• Inject us with a venom, Words so hollow
• We've condemned them, Locked. In a cell of consumerism,The American dream.
• White fences and all the material things, Couple of nice cars big television screens,
• Literally,
• Selling us our own chains. Confuse our wants with our needs,
• We think making a bunch of money, Is what it means to succeed,
• Unless you make a mark on the calendar,
• You would have never exist, People walking past your grave,
• Saying who the hell's this, My words stand the test of time,
• Y'all be remembering this.