CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I got the rhythm like a snake’s got the venom
• Dollars in this business is wicked, I’m out to get em
• Call me Winston, Like Dallas, the one with the rowdiest flow
• My rhymes so hard they start to break the chalice on your toes
• I got more flows, then you probably got ideas
• I rock drop top beamers, you rock them five seaters
• I got my adidas, what you got to rock?
• I might go fist to fist but never glock to glock
• Only if you’re my arch enemy, my lyrical ability
• Shows in my delivery, I conduct flows like a symphony
• Hoes trying 2 get with me, rappers goin for the cash
• I leave them lost in the past like they was history
• My rhyming techniques will leave emcees stressed for weeks
• They all think they the best, it’s hard to accept defeat
• Unless it’s coming from me, then they all hale
• I rhyme like I’m black, but my skin is all pale
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• Word on the street, is beef, I should have been updated
• Like they trying 2 tell me my technology needs 2 be upgraded
• Like I haven’t been rocking this game, since back in the days
• When MC’s was rocking high socks and them chains
• I remember, them cold Decembers, when I was rocking old leather
• Those was no Septembers, some was gold diggers, but I’m a gold getter
• The mouette got me set, when I was rocking different blocks and sets
• I was receiving lots of checks, lots of fan mail
• My rhymes form different shapes like play do, never made a crack sale never sold ya-yo
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• Some was greater than mine, but I stayed focused on creating my rhymes
• Stayed away from crime, different punch lines was always on my mind
• My freestyle was sharp and on point like thumb tacks
• To my surprise some blacks could not come up with come backs
• For my punch lines got you feeling like you running out of time
• I got everybody in the right mind staring through the lines
• Trying to write rhymes
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• I’m writing rhymes like it was my destiny
• Composed of many lines, that form my lesson sheet
• God, may the soldiers that died by the weaponry rest in peace
• Give them the most heavenly eternity, let them be released
• Let them breathe a breath on me, like they was right next 2 me
• And like a surgery or vasectomy I know you heard them well
• What type of murder will it take to keep them from burning in hell?
• And will the question still be, is it double jeopardy?
• I want the elements that I invent to rock permanently
• I want to create new rhymes, go through a new type of pregnancy
• Like I was giving birth to a seed that will never be
• Alive, I wanna survive so that the jealousy towards emcees
• Makes them envy me, will the question be?
• When is the day of reckoning? Try to reconcile
• The time trial of being a juvenile, they was saying you was to wild
• The life style was bru-tal, then you out, trying to find a new route
• And no doubts, is coming out yo mouths, rhymes is getting more foul
• Time is out, you about to roll out, maybe head up north or go south
• To see your aunt Jean, no matter how rough the scene, I always it kept it clean
• It seems that I’m a microphone fiend, through lines, I’m reminiscing on old times
• Trying to write rhymes