CHALLENGER'S RAP

• fuck simplistic music, my sick rhythmic lyrics bend physics,
• like my bank digits hits its limits, listen to my vision i written,
• given this god givin' lyricism to express my wisdom,
• an opinions, hidden in my scribbled notepad, labeled difficult,
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• raps perhaps typical at first glance, but youll get flash backs
• of advance schemes that overlaps one another makin' max tracks,
• so dope most collapse like a fat ass runin' laps, i freelance, meanin',
• no setbacks so sit back an enjoy this cynimax, im sinnin' max,
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• im a sinister man, only had a pad and pen when i began,
• damn glad i got a laptop gettin' of my ass dog to the top its my shot,
• clack clack, bang bang, shots fired from my glock locked,
• loaded, cocked, i copped an attitude with a cop, then got popped,
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• almost locked up now poppin' pills slamin' mills, drugs kill,
• but fuck it, fuck with it, imma poet that spots after dope rips,
• we were dope kids, no hit limits, kid cynic quick with static,
• spastic spit, fully automatic so accurate like precision,
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• shootin' ammunition hittin' targets like its my mission,
• aint missin, you aint competition im winnin' dissin',
• no amount of ambition will help you win it your spit,
• is rewritten with billions of revision so drivin'
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• with lyrical brilliance that go the distance like bullets ballistics,
• critics named me the definition of linguistic, your a contradictions,
• coffin diggin self decomposition, cause you didn't win this diction,
• dissin competition, i aint christian lyricism is my religion,