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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- people always tell me to be true to you but I don't know who I am or what I do
- do you cause I feel like a fool tryna follow the rules and I feel small like
- molecules wearing jewels and among the individuals doing pharmaceuticals
- i don't have shooters yeah I'm a loser but I got future fucking around on a computer
- making music so ill stick to this script like Lil Wayne I'm writing this open letter
- to let you know soon ill be better making that cheddar
- maybe the center of attention in the center for whatever mental illness in me
- you feel me or at least do you see what is at your feet can you beat
- the cheat whos tryna defeat you at everything you sit and watch while people talk shit
- and you just fake it like you can take it and think you make it
- with people stepping on you-you need to step into a new blue sky where few can find
- need i remind you that your mind is what you put in it so dont spoil it
- fill it with the thrill not to kill but like a rollercoaster downhill
- dont need the drugs
DEFENDER'S RAP
- My predecessors once mentioned don’t let ur guard down
- Don’t let em in space or take ur place take every card now
- I’m trumpin folks, call it Boston it’s costin the soft chin of clowns
- Winning similar action, Killa faction, we steady dropping all around
- The globe, won’t let em test my soul and promise 2 never recoil
- Affixed wit lyrical scripture, to the victor goes the spoils
- Listen n hear this residual spirits, it’s eerily paranormal
- As I shear perform, rhymes smokin this plume isn’t aluminum foil
- As i boom whenever re-cord, iller bass will leave ya without a trace
- Peter Gibbons as I bring the smith n Wesson 2 ya office space
- Ya daughter will Jack this King, ya Queen only got 2 offer face
- When it’s ur turn, this shotty mossberg, feel like a shot of mace
- Pepper spray, Scorpion pepper, that’s mad electric
- Bringing my best n, head spinnin, toxic spittin like n exorcism
- Ya sister an incestial, I grab the Winchester, n empty out the sector
- Intrude on this dude reclusive, pop off on his illogical prism
- Hella precision predatory missile, like Russian Nuclear Bustin’
- Spontaneous combustion, atomic gas, n this bastard couldn’t Ketchup 2 this mustard
- Impossible to work thru, blowin purple, n circle like a conglomerate of buzzards
- Stay bustin, never flustered, as I bake this pussy niggas custard