CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Hook
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• its the Hip Hop Sound
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• Adonis
• bumping old oldies as i stroll around the crib
• groovin to the records as the record player spins
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• " Damn this is my shit" shift the volume with the knob
• a door slams then i hear a couple loud knocks
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• i crack open my door with the chain still attatched
• " could you turn it down a notch" then he walks back
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• i cut the vinyl off grab my mic and start to spit
• the four walls shatter as the floor began to lift
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• the cops came rushing in, as the cieling breaks in bits
• my mic starts to spark as the steam hits my chin
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• the room grew blacker as the guys reduced to ash
• a fire ate the halls brewing flames in many paths
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• a lady roamed the halls with her daughter sprinting fast
• " mom we're gonna die!" "sweetie lets head for the back"
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• no survivors are allowed, so i lit another match
• gasoline had surfaced, leaking doom when i spat
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• a boom and a bang then the floor starts to rush
• i step outside the ring, hanging up my pair of gloves
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• i drop the microphone, and the flames convert to dust
• i get my wooden vinyl play a tune then turn it up
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• hook
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• im the Hip Hop Sound
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• SpecialK
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• If I'm not mistake n it wuz last June. /
• On a rainy day, and a few hour's past noon.
• I entered a build n, and walked str8 2 the back room. /
• Where sum friend's were pass n a mic, and kick n rap tune's. /
• The room wuz cloudy. They were smoke n, and all sip n. /
• It seemed 2 me like it wuz an open audition, /
• and as the mic went around I wuz hope n 2 spit shit. /
• As it got closer I wanted 2 "go n", and "rip it", /
• but once the mic came 2 me I couldn't kick shit. /
• Cuz I reached 4 the mic, but they said I wuz trip n,
• then they skipped me. Like I never existed, /
• or I wuz miss n, so n an n stant /
• I made a decision that took less than a minute. /
• If they won't pass me the mic. I'm a get up, and get it. /
• Cuz I'm not soft r R&B, and hip hop's a part of me. /
• It's n my heart, and blood. It's pump n thru my artery's, /
• so I grabbed the mic, and stole it. Larceny, /
• then spat flame's, and set fire 2 the track. Arsonry. /
• I closed my I's, and went n 2 a trance, or a zone. /
• N an n stant my friend's were gone, and I wuz alone. /
• It felt like wat I wuz spit n wuz dope, and tite, /
• but n reality it wuzn't sum shit that wuz dope, and tite... /
• It wuz the dopest shit I've ever spoke n my life! /
• That's no lie. Cuz when I looked up, and opened my I's. /
• All of my friend's were stunned, and shocked. 2 my delite, /
• so I said, "wussup" once I wuz dun, and then dropped the mic. /
• After that my friend's never questioned my ability, /
• or the skill n me. Cuz hip hop wuz n stilled n me /
• at an early age, and 2 this day it's still n me. /
• That's y I'm able 2 shred track's, and kill MC's. /
• Cuz it ain't about a car. It ain't about a wrist watch. /
• It's about heart, and will, so this thank's go's out 2 hip hop. /