CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Aye yo, I drop the top, got Kennedy head, I’m presidential,
• I spit for true credentials you eraserheads a stencil,
• My mark on targets like deadshot with a laser sight,
• Turning on my phasers right before I catch a case tonight,
• My audible phonics not even on your radar,
• So versatile, you broke, stock as a Bernie Madoff,
• Rocks looking like napalm, for lack of a better word,
• I am back with the lead to burn,
• I’ll knock you back to the seance,
• My base level too high, I’ll activate super saiy-on,
• I’ll drop you into the ring, and put you on like I’m Beyonce (bay-ons),
• Slow this shit to a standstill,
• My mind’s an anvil,
• The thoughts in my brain could recluse me to a landfill,
• These are shoes that you can’t fill,
• I’m balling like a Toronto Raptor,
• You absent, like Father’s Day for Toronto rappers,
• Now check the views from my six, got 71 behind me,
• Just devils, drugs and dimepiece,
• A sinners culture,
• Got more, hookups than Fios,
• I run the road, you a coyote,
• My middle fingers’ a statuette when I’m rolling by slow,
• The white messiah, the prodigal son,
• The bodies are slumped, my pen hits you with audible thud,
• I’m bringing it back to basics,
• I’m giving it back I gotta be one of the best,
• I’m running these laps, living a dream in this trap,
• While people go stumbling back,
• I’m Schwarzenegger in 93,
• Ain’t nobody out shining me,
• You weakling fizzle out your first attempt like you was Kyle Reese,