CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I spew pure venom, and you inhale toxic gases
• like you burning, the stakes is high, do as best as I can
• street signs followed by the weak minded
• sheep blind to nature and society, run into the meat grinder
• the game is getting cornier, the coroner corners ya
• in the corner of his cornea, a victim of the corners, ya
• when he spit and he raw emcees get to kissin the floor
• the rhythm hit em like a brick in the jaw, kick in the door
• Biggie Smalls, sicker than y'all, rippin, kicking the ball
• "does anybody make real shit anymore"?
• Sweet 16's I deliver, it's half that, twenty four
• the world is ours, 32s can't take it anymore
• I'm smokin the cess till I'm left broke and depressed
• you gotta cope with the street, learn to hope for the best
• trust me, it's hard to choke when ya throat and ya neck
• close to your chest like rounds left holes in ya vest
• I ain't a human being, I belong in a museum
• abusing beats till they got raw teeth, true MCing
• I drop philosophies like Socrates, hypotheses dense
• emcees are history, picture me like photography lens
• getting cream, lottery ends, but yo, the saga begins
• run the track like Bolt, gotta be in it to win it, finish
• I paint wicked images, vivid pictures, like Gordon Parks
• I'm the idle survivor when I sang her, I'm Jordin Sparks
• I ship the full package and fly the sails, get aboard it
• quit spittin that juvenile trash and please don't record it
• battlefields, blast ya past the atmosphere, crunch numbers
• Racketeers, raw raps, pure crack, and a glass of beer
• my funk is violent, plain and simple, I get crunk
• and lyrically direct symphonies to pop niggas like a cherry
• Keep em kept in ball shorts, lethal weapons of all sorts
• Whine, I'll dine on razor tongues when I spit, with that verbal intercourse