CHALLENGER'S RAP

• All these slim jims slipping to the gym, skimming the milk and sleeping in silk.
• I’m sweeping their feet off the carpet, these starlets screeching like harpies
• but at heart they’re harmless.
• Charmed, I’m sure but you won’t endure
• so I forgot your name when you walked out the door.
• Core strength is more work at the core
• but I swore I’d floor ’em and encourage an encore
• from the chorus.
• I am Odysseus on a journey, you’re Paris on a gurney.
• Time is churning on, more to learn, tables to turn,
• haters to burn, bribes to spurn, energy returns.
• The yearning is the way of waiting but I
• keep pushing myself without prying eyes,
• this is body weight exercise.
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• Calisthenics, if the call is then this rhythm is pushing me now.
• I kow-tow to none. I’m Icarus, I fly to the sun,
• but I fashioned wings from these broken dreams
• and with strings forged from forms unknown to my foes
• cause they were birthed out of flame, hunger for fame
• and shot out of shame I refuse to feel again.
• I’m reusing a fuse and confusing the few
• on cruise control as I barrel roll through the whole of them
• and blow away their masquerade with my holy hand grenade.
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• Masks off, were raiding like vikings and raining on their parade
• the little tykes who decided to side against me
• won’t make it to the new light or delight in this lighter load.
• I’m goaded on by GOATs long gone and my God
• is greater than any other love I’m layered with
• but my song is for a longer,stronger… it’s honor I’m obsessed with.
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• This stress anchored to my chest is nothing less than longing
• to see the day my destiny comes calling.
• So while the sun is falling and the shadows getting bigger,
• I’ll be lifting weights and working on my figure.
• Picture perfect is perched upon my shoulder,
• creeping by further as I get a little older.
• I soldier on with a folder full of woe-be-gone.
• If you got self-pity than I got a shelf sitting thick with trophies
• and you can drop your ego at the door
• cause here the only score
• that counts is the punch you pack per ounce.
• Back off from me cause the numbers won’t add up when you
• stack the tactics, attacks, or racks
• of lacking intelligence, diligence or eloquence,
• at the steps of my fence.
• Let me just state the confidence I have
• you won’t be able to handle this when I am going off strong,
• like Handel’s Messiah to the Birthday song.
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• I might still be adolescent, but you be prepubescent
• and I’ll upend you without exception
• since you came at me with out the protection
• of respect or even brief reflection.
• My meter and cadence is beating you back to front
• and I’ll greet you, beat you back at the front,
• battering you bluntly with nobody bad enough to hunt me down
• and remove the crown you can’t sound these depths of sound
• and slam dunks of syllables,
• La Cucaracha, I’m un-killable.
• Meet me at the line I’m a menace,
• you might call me Dennis
• and I penned this with nothing but ten cents and a tendency
• to be a little bit reckless.
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• Rent this out to the ones who need to breathe with fire
• instead of their airways getting tighter.
• I’m an inhaler to those inhibited by insecurities
• I’m here to be a surety for those still hearing these relentless rhythms
• and hymns written for him and her.
• Keep looking through till you find the words you choose to use
• then light your own fuse.
• We march in twos and threes.
• We seize our opportunities and unfreeze the fearful frequently.
• Our fees are free and our feet fly to the sky with speed,
• seeking to sweep these shells from the street.
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• Now they’re calling the paramedics cause I brutalized this beat.
• I was an apprentice at the poetic printers
• now I’m flipping the alphabet athletically;
• I’m a sprinter, and drifting rhythm right poetically.
• Reaching for rhyme in three quarter time
• and coming up fine with each line, unforgettably.
• I’m a forge for words. I am a smithy smitten
• with the words the world has written
• and climbing so high on every hidden lyric there is to listen to,
• it’s an incomplete appendix.
• But I will study them every second as I perfect my own genetics.
• Pushing myself every day as I raise my own bar.
• Calisthenics.