CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Right off the bat, this is an attack,
• To harass in a mass array.
• Rhyming scheme disordered
• and is in disarray. That isn't to say
• I'm going away, just using a different
• word play. Quite clear
• the air is better my way,
• Haven't heard a word you'd say,
• you go to speak And the sky turns gray,
• burial ready for you to lay, 6 feet under,
• this is your funeral day,
• I have to wonder if your closer to thunder,
• On a rainy day, while I'm lightening
• using structure That is frightening,
• This could get quite mean, One by one
• they begin to go, arm falls low due to
• The weakening elbow, no low blow,
• Head follows nose Down comes the
• curtain for your show,
• While I produce numbers that
• begin to grow, I slide like ice while your
• compared to snow, That may give you
• the more unique flow, But what I bring
• Is what people know, grounded but flying
• high as a bow, So no, you set the bar low,
• Forever hollow, black tomorrow,
• Leaving you in the dark, Hard to swallow
• but your missing the mark, Your a
• minnow playing around with a shark.
• //
• I cause friction just by picking up the pen,
• Just facts, no fiction, lyrical diction,
• I pass through, your constipation,
• Sorry to destroy your concentration,
• A sensation, word Nation, absurd racing,
• Literally pacing, spiritually placing,
• With metaphors just blatant,
• Your tongue twisted, facing a failing
• sensation, Name listed to erase what
• fame was given, This can be game
• ending, literally sending, Physically lifting,
• mentally shifting, mass obscurity
• Without mending, no security,
• Leaving you empty.
• Bend the knee, your beneath me,
• Quite literally, no simile, can't see,
• How you can be free from me,
• Sleep and you will see,
• Lost as sea, a hominem no synonym,
• You lack the wisdom, try again,
• I like to bend, reality, completely end,
• Don't be mad at me,
• I Stop what can begin, with literature,
• Aimed like a derringer, your an amateur,
• Lacking character, no need to swear at ya,
• Don't drink the kool-aid with this mixture,
• An idiom placed as articulate as a fixture,
• Dig deeper and more is shown,
• a world of none known, controlled
• By Jim Jones your monophone, while
• I am a polyphone, advancing my tone,
• I couldn't beat me even if I was all under on my own
• You cant reach me so call my phone.