CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Will I give in to the submission?
• The affliction, the non-fiction addiction, of this worlds position,
• I'm a lyrical renegade, that aint afraid, serve a severed head upon a
• silver plate, doing it so calmly, as I don't hesitate.
• To pre-meditate my lyrics, is a hysteric and comes from the critics,
• cuz all this comes naturally, when actually theres people out there that
• claim, but cant aim, there too tame, and mame, feeble, not lethal, lost with
• no cerebal, whilst stupidly saying to me that were equal.
• I put lyrics together like a star-fleet academy, I'm not captain kurk, but I don't lurk
• behind a false identity of an image, but I consider it a privilege, of the amount of
• leverage that I can release into a mic.
• I rap with a flow that's untouchable,
• like a get away train its unstoppable,
• I don't need a train track, to function, to say I do, you must of a ruptured a lung son,
• I'm able to intake,
• more than what he or she cant take,
• whether its a mistake,
• ill knock it off like a cheesecake,
• and reverse it against my foes like a prick stake
• and destroy your hot lines, like a black drake.
• Cuz I'm done joking, no Russell brand
• what ill start doing is get you scared, as you hyper-ventilate, and get you to repsire
• in your sweat gland,
• I'm liam neeson, coming at you with every syllable
• intercepting each flaw in your rap with every interval
• or the terminator, with a vocal translator, like a virtual akinator,
• freezing your bars like, no refrigerator,
• cuz celciulsy I'm greater,
• so fuck the hater,
• cuz you will all end up like a pan of peter's in the mouth of an
• alligator,
• cuz today I'm serving you like a waiter (*no food involved*)
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