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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Oh, no, I don't spit for the hell of it, I know I'm more than relevant
  • My common sense has been bombin' sh1ts like you ever since I first started tellin' it
  • And in the present tense there's more than enough evidence to prove I'm more intelligent
  • Than you fool, you're tryin' to be elegant but you started out in a deficit
  • Talkin' defication, often dedication isn't prevalent, and that's what I see with you
  • Yeah, it's parchment, let me enlarge it and throw the whole sheet at you
  • I'm spittin' raps as you collapse, my bars are in charge, just read a few
  • I think perhaps Wyte_Bo1 has proven the craft, indeed I do
  • So don't speak of acumen when you're lackin' it, get vaccinated
  • Put me on blast when you're not hackin' it? Get abacinated
  • Lookin' past the hatred, I keep 'em fascinated
  • Rap is sacred, how dare you hack and rape it
  • With passive vacant bars about total bullsh1t
  • You're not worthy to stand in ya local pulpit
  • I just stole on you again, call me the vocal culprit
  • Anger got a hold on you again? Come on and voice it
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  • The choice is yours, if I were you I'd back up a few feet
  • Coz I'll never run from an unclever bum when my sh1t is just too sweet
  • And when you rap, we take a nap, the whole damd crew sleep
  • Ya knuckles are bleedin' coz you drag 'em fagit, I'm too deep
  • For your petty metaphors
  • Most lackin' context, don't know what ya said it for
  • Not a one complex, you're the bull, I'm the matador
  • Why I gotta swing this red cape at this silly fagit for?
  • Yeah, it's sh1t like that, but I fight back with a sure shot, sure to make ya drop
  • You at the bottom son, now take ya spot
  • Mr. gangsta automaton, but really he crave the co(k
  • He's just spittin' recycled pac, make 'im stop
  • I'm gettin' a headache, boy I make the dead wake
  • You just a head case, boy, I make the fed's shake
  • I know I got ya red faced, boy, you be just a dead weight
  • Get back in ya place, nothin' ya have said's straight

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • My raps go harder than this wannabe, stole my name now his whole empire is Crumbling/
  • Don't fuck with me kid, I'm the original wyte now you're the dyke getting sliced bitch/
  • Stay in ya place like 3 in a quarter, bo1's mom been with so many dudes I might be his father/
  • Whip ya till you're wyte skin turns red, then the whole site will yell Off with his head!/
  • Yeah man don't call yourself wyte then use the word nigga, usage of that will get ya head blown off when I pull the trigga/
  • Spittin till a casket of rappin drops, slappin asses on-top of a block bro you call the cops/
  • Day 1 or shall I say this kingdom is reigning, it's amazing when I'm painting a rhyme contemplating and weed blazing/
  • This rook boutta get once Shook, his girl suckin nuts like a vacuum a tab of tabloids injected in her system/
  • So she could stop being such a slut, fist to cuff rough love while Wyte fades away like a blunt/

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