CHALLENGER'S RAP

• My prophecy visualises the demise of rehearsed rhymes/
• we read the lines and between that..
• lies the lies that passed the lie detector tests without a doubt /
• with a mind so sharp and facts so crystal we became vague and faded within the crowd/
• we got sold as a bunch/
• we got fed sounds with lyrics composed of no words /
• switch the dailer, the next channel amplifies the same dirt/
• so ironic that a nikka who made it through a feature is future /
• so sad that a nikka who sounds like he's choking on slugs
• sells even a dime and possess a name that ends with thug/
• I miss the days when rap was rap
• and these cats were quickly wrapped in cheap candy wrappers they are!