CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I analyse my hypothesis; I conclude,
• I'm the legend and there's not a clue,
• I smoke the toxic substance like kryptonite,
• The Holy Ghost inside of me when I grip the mic;
• Doctors observing and recording my data,
• Extraterrestrial signals produced for these haters,
• Each of my cells and particles breaking,
• A chrome-entity inside my soul's awakening,
• I possess a traumatized brain,
• Prodigy-like imagination that shakes,
• Sickening-sins contained in my abyss,
• Ignorance caught up in you like web, not bliss,
• My tone is a pitched metronome-tick,
• Extended beats like heartbeats in instrumental-kicks,
• My heart beats in advanced pressure,
• Pulse shaking with blood; it can't be measured,
• Art like Mozart; retards fear my ability,
• Combined wit agility for vicinity
• I'm a francium bomb raging against fantasy,
• A levitation of aura within range, above gravity,
• Part of me deranged-part of me caged in my own sanity,
• I steel your mechanics, copy like a clone, pester like cavities,
• My altitude is just as high as the tempo and temper of my attitude,
• Putting the pressure you can't measure, I'm the master, dude,
• My conveyance as a psychical-mortal to a lyrical demon took effort,
• Once my fatal-writings were garbage, now it's fire like sands of deserts,
• I suffered, once again, no one is really working or is perfect,
• My ability surpassed that limit, infinite as the unlimited-expert,
• My writings are like haiku's and sonnets,
• I'm hiking and on it, the striking to bomb it,