CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I write all night, till I'm nice and ripe
• You write with hype, no sight of heights
• So I'm right to say you're headed right for the sky
• But grounded at crossroads, so make the right turn tonight
• Recite my rhymes and be polite
• Sometimes I do bars,sometimes I take bites
• Like apple, i strike the hearts of the sheep
• Masses of all classes, I'm a symbol of luxury
• Un-unique, but practiced, your lines oblique
• The streets may have raised you , I was born by the beach
• I speak like I preach
• Just to reach in the bleak
• And besiege you demonic freaks out of the heat
• I feel it coming on, the essence of sneak
• Stealth hit, real quick, make you trip
• Like you're narcotically peaked
• Sink into your narcolepsy, I'm properly tweaked
• Albeit a bit ill, but aware of my beast
• You got your third eye greased, no vision but to be deceased
• I come in peace
• And align with your beliefs
• Son of Apollo, the harp plays my heartbeat
• Hardly in my interest to listen to you speak
• I'm deciphering you're innermost secrets and you're looking pretty weak
• Yeet you little bitch, I'm balling in your court, when I take my shot, I never fall short