CHALLENGER'S RAP

• so chilled out in my raps you think I'mma meditate
• I've got no hate in me and now I'm a featherweight
• but interrogates different to interrogation
• just like a satellites gone into the space station
• justr for clarification everything that I'm stating
• is true but this brush is bad and its on a painting
• my friend mason he's a legal kind of guy
• so he snorting grams of nutmeg so he feels kinda high
• hes hallucinating and his pupils bigger than his eye
• its nighttime but he said he can see the pink sky
• his mother went that road and fuck it now she died
• his instinct tells him to it tells him that its right
• but it isn't, and thats a fact that he don't know
• another quarts gone before i can say hell no
• shits gone all spikey like a mother fucking pineapple
• my directions shaky i must be near the triangle
• im paranoid, i smoke a spliff I'm in another void
• try n avoid i contact with these fucking toys
• they think they big men when their safe inside their pig pen
• i wanna speak up but i can't even relate to them
• so i go and bake a ten gram batch of brownies
• but i only stuff one cuz i know my boundaries
• but don't frown G, cuz i found 3 under the floor
• oh shit the smokes slipping out under the door
• i hear a knock, so run to it and i lock it
• i take the excess weed and i shove it in my pocket
• i say fock it, my words are a guarantee
• for all of the shit thats going on currently
• mother fuckers tryna change our currency
• to an e with two fucking lines penetrating the
• back on the track i try and go sip a cuppa tea
• out of my pocket, i find a 3 pence piece
• i chuck it, cuz i don't need that shit no more
• 3 p aint enough to buy a fucking whore
• i throw away like memories but they keep pilin on the shore
• i try forget it but the wars on my membrane door
• its made of wood it can't lock shit up forever
• even if i pray to god i aint a church member
• so i surrender, i give up all my good shit
• i see a mushroom field but i don't fancy a wood trip
• to look at my hands and see them rearranging
• i don't have time to sit and feel the world changing
• instead i sit and listen to the beats feel it in my feet
• i have no heat in my nose mouth tongue or in my teeth
• cuz its cold inside the house the yard is caked in sleet
• another day gone I'm gunna curl and go to sleep.