CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Plenty of rhymes sprouting out of that garden
• Ripe, fresh, clean, and fully ready for the harvest
• They don't belong to you but I'm sure they will pardon
• A person as yourself who is lyrically starving
• If the quality is good enough you could sell it at market
• And if you mix them all together you can fill your flows up by the carton
• You know it's not yours but maybe it could help you sharpen
• Your own lyrical skills that might lead to stardom
• picked up your sheers snipped all product to fill the empty spaces at the top of your margin
• The content felt artificial but you finished what you started
• Posted them up on display to dry out and harden
• I shifted through the pages and discovered something alarmin
• Everything you alleged to create had been premade and charted
• Yet you somehow figured out how to fuck up and tarnish
• A work of art that should have came out marvolous
• Yet it sounded like it was plucked from the harvest by someone armless in the darkness.
• All the tools in your possession and you still couldn't harness
• The creative capabilities that comes from the heart of a true artist.