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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- sometimes i wish i could talk better
- ease pressure
- act clever to whoever and whenever
- the reality is i'm an idiot in the center
- i stand out more than kids playing in warm weather
- see i'm a clown playing a genius on the playground
- which makes it easy for me to touch the crown
- everytime i come around they put the rap game on lockdown
- lock-pound then it's one more knockdown
- another beat defeat after the rhythm of my nouns
- living through my sounds
- OG by the ounce
- that's an Oz of quality kush that i ground
- wow
- bound to the underground, 1 more layer up and i'm sure to astound
- owww, wild as a hound
- child sit down
- call for MC Whatever
- your tape is in the lost and found
- haha they hate i'm having fun with it
- i ate your favorite rapper and shit his newest album on the toilet
- coin flip
- ohh, i got head plus tail
- from your favorite female
- pussy so stale
- inhale, exhale
- we weren't sipping no ale
- straight kush, we were fucking like snails
- woah, chill, boring flow
- too many words, all talk and no show
- someday you can talk on talk shows, show your ego
- but today you ain't got no dough, so take it slow
- name unknown, still considered a drone
- prone to buy the latest iPhone
- you ain't going to fly high staying at home
- maybe i should do a drive by with the pistol and chrome
- no
- just stick to what you do
- the show will know to see things from your view
- say something else, uhhh, fuck the jews (may i be excused)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I'm not a god, i'm one of god's bosses
- put your mothafucking body in a coffin, i'm heartless
- like the motherboard processing the star ships
- right handed, but i'll fuck you up with a southpaw hit
- now you're retarded and awkward for trying to talk shit
- leave you looking like apollo creed got fucked up in a mosh-pit
- I'm sick and tired of this shit, you should go jump off a bridge
- die in a ditch, with a fishing hook wired to your lips
- cuz nowadays violence is bliss
- I'll send you off on a ship till you lost at sea like Odysseus
- after I take your fame and your money
- then you can tell the cyclops that you're really nobody
- matter of fact, I'll wash my hands in a bloodbath
- and puke graffiti when i throw up tags
- my family extends from here to bahgdad
- I'll kill myself before handling a sand mag
- I'm highly stressed, that's a mad drag
- weed dem dead bodies, said proudly and loudly
- from the heaven gate's, asking god to let me in he saying not today
- then I told him to set a date
- he told me to come back at the end of may
- I said never mind, i'll be gone til november anyway
- I'll keep the leather right next to my treasure to keep my memories safe
- write a rhyme, deposit that in the memory bank
- I want the quarters, nickels, and dimes, just give me the bank
- you're not supposed to get high on your own supply, but sometimes you gotta use it
- listening to my man saint_james, mathematical influences in center pushed me to the inferno's of music
- to walk through hell's fire, heading dangerous mind before michelle pfieffer
- panhandeling these rhymes like im trying to sell lighters, that's fire
- im hype, and you're wild
- there's a big difference
- you snitching
- yall some faggots trying to figure out who's pitching
- who's lip synch's ships , that's why I nuked this
- bitch