CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Every vocal is a deadly weapon
• Sharp blows, are hacking flesh
• Emcees leave the arena sick, from post-traumatic stress
• stuck between the light and darkside, like a park god
• I set the bar high, it's only visible in god's eye
• Got a bad habit of smacking whack rappers up
• I'm like a porn cut short, I don't give half a fuck
• i'm a ghost inside a porcelain cell
• American under the morbid spell, and it's coorperate hell
• sick aim, with a mid-range rifle
• All those pulp fiction blows, will get you ring-range titles
• son, you worthless, barely scratching the surface
• and packing more stolen verses then a King James bible
• The barkitect, the part for death, when I arm the heat
• it's sparking, I'm taking out marks like a carpet steamer
• no backing out now, your pact is paid
• severe your arms and leave you, with a white flag to wave
• clynically crazed, never critically praised
• starving artist's, I ain't had a balanced dinner in days
• pennyless, pen in my own testament regardless
• as I walk along the reigns, slick, pressed up against the
• darkness
• so listen, crack, when I pen a track
• if you sniff the rail in the shit I rap
• you turn pale, and begin to snap
• Blood pressure risen passed the limits at, envisions of impending wrath, end him with a pistol blast
• Beware, I can kill em with a paragraph
• Every verse is like a dose of Sarin gas
• intact/In Tax/ In Fact
• the impact of my mental Synapsis convince cats to quit rap
• blades cut quick to catch a buck 50 wit tax
• you a minor threat, your final step is to admit that...
• me and jesus christ be the army of two
• mothafuckas give respect where its due
• or die