CHALLENGER'S RAP

• encrypted vision from the third dimension and don't let me mention all you mother fuckers in the economical depression. got something to spit, while im proposing my idea when im lit. drinking minute made, thinking about my future how can I get paid, as my life begins to roll in waves, I come back and im the king of the parade. there gonna say, mayday its dooms day. we need a savior today, and I say wheres the guap at aye! I wanna get paid I want my name on the front page of high times and I wanna be a boss like optimus prime, and ima go get it I think its my time. somewhere in this realm shit got distorted, they say your rents due but I couldn't afford it. waiting to deploy, ballin like lil troy. im getting the moe, money over everything, except Im not a fake cat with the bling bling or the scheme and this is how it seems when you got fake cats trying to be G's they all stick around but not you nigguh your a sleaze. when you sneeze I say bitch please, and I start preachin, my weeds on the top shelf im reachin. but you got nothing on me im a heavin come back with your wife for the evening, they arrest me and put me in jail for treason and we got a guy mean mugging, hes looking at me like he gots a problem or something, I give him that look like bring it on all clock you in the face and your eyes be shuting shut that down whats that sound its a barbaric pirate getting lute all around