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No recording, rap about your back story. How you became a rapper, or how you struggled from the hood, etc
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I had to escape The Hood
- Had to hustle just to eat
- Struggled just to get feed
- I was a Broke Boy with cheap clothes and I can picture it all
- It's like My Life is drawn through the whole wall
- I had to stay strong, it was tougher than building muscle
- I think about it all still, I reminisce the struggle
- Though I got better and escaped for the good
- I still miss The Homies and what I learned inside The Hood
- Wearing dirty ripped nikes and the house table was made of wood
- I couldn't sleep at night and rats used to sleep inside my house
- Playing basketball outside the house and with my niggas giving pound's
- I was fighting in school and got myself in so much trouble
- I was depressed and angry, bout' to blow up like a bubble
- Showing off in school, just to smash all the chicks
- They was fine gals too, but whatever I did
- Fucked 4 of them, next of them was 6
- But they was all whores, they just loved sucking dick
- I've been upset throughout my life and it's no way I can help it
- Humping on my bed and moaning through selkit's
- I can't help shit, Life's a Bitch
- I feel lost in time, but answer me
- Is my mind playing tricks?
DEFENDER'S RAP
- spit it off the dome, cause im spitting bout home,
- spitting bout the zone that got me close to the microphone,
- '99 was the year, and your boy was the blessing,
- little did he know he was born into depression,
- and excessive tension within his living section,
- that would fuel his need for theraputic sessions,
- tried to stone, but my momma never condoned,
- switched the roll for a pen, to tell stories of my own,
- to give hope to the bros that are trynna cope,
- but its hella redundant, how hella repugnant,
- i find the niggas who dream to be stagnant,
- by '06 , daddy was too sick,
- the cancer was too deep, so those nights that i couldnt sleep,
- inadvertedly turned to chasing cheap thrills,
- but i couldnt see a (sia) glimpse,of the happinnes i seeked,
- and hoped to receive, but 11/11 in '07,
- poppa finally said his peace and went to heaven,
- leaving my and my 2 brethren,
- to make our house a home, to show daddy that we was grown,
- youngest brother of 3, but still strong as a jeep,
- still standing up tall,when in the face of defeat,
- cause poppa gives me a strength which you could never defeat