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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • I’m a prodigy
  • I probably, have a prophecy
  • Of rising to the top with animosity
  • Hostility, yo im a comic I constantly,
  • Perform comedy, awesomely,
  • I got to be, the last 1 of a superhuman colony,
  • Bc I harmfully, eat a track sloppily, like it’s some broccoli
  • I dress better then the rest , I confess, the best I got to be
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  • The plot thickens, his thoughts quicken
  • A guy name Wilson, drinks Lipton
  • While fricking whistling, like he’s Homer Simpson
  • He keeps on scratching, and makes a million
  • He’s picking and packing he’s pimping, and passing
  • He hooks up wit some women, has some children
  • Thinking that he’s living, 12 months later he gets evicted,
  • he’s homeless they tear down his building
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  • Hit em, wit the rhythm, I’m a villain
  • I get a vision, that I’ve risen, from a killing,
  • I’m spitting this venom, I’m a cobra lurking on my next victim
  • I switch from, a cobra, to baby Yoda, going supernova
  • I told ya, that yo shoulda, gone for the head, u didn’t listen to what I said
  • Now your in a coma, sitting on a sofa, bleeding barely breathing,
  • while I choke hold ya, take out a soda, put da coca in da cola
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  • You can’t handle this monstrosity
  • What possibly, could you want from me
  • I got a shawty, on top of me
  • My eyes foggy, like a zombie nazi coming home from Gandhi
  • On a donkey, arriving with his posse
  • And his posse, is partially, an army, smelling kinda swampy,
  • he’s telling em to get some coffee, a couple smarties,
  • and to bring back a couple of dead bodies, and promises them a party.
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  • (Change flow)
  • What could I do to show you that I am the best
  • What if I told you that I’m on a quest
  • I am the G.O.A.T dude, I am a threat
  • To your fake mumble rap, that is getting wrecked
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  • I pick you off the planet, I rip u out your casket
  • Ima manic, with a tablet, ima bandit, I hit you with a hatchet
  • I’m a machine ima gadget, I’m clean, you’re tragic
  • Lyrics hit like a semi automatic, guns cracking, I’m spitting heat like a dragon
  • Flip it and dip it, it’s only been a minute
  • My lyrics are vivid, twisted, plus I’m gifted
  • I’m in it t win, my rhymes are infinite, my family look at me call me fly
  • Bc I’m on top in the sky, screaming that I did it
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  • I’m on top of the whole game, lyrics take flame like propane

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • Now more than once I told you that you were the lie/
  • shit’s out of our hands now, get in tuned with the times/
  • Young and minded get salty, show there heart’s through there nine/
  • kneed down, made him grovel, discontinued his life/
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  • All that witnessed coverage, and not ONE fucking cameraman/
  • It happens more than often, maybe its hard for you to manage/
  • Only have what they decided, for us to see on the news/
  • Everybody's Different views/
  • question? who’s Avenging you/
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  • When goons, take you hell's away, far from this earth/
  • instead of this tragedy, Start celebrating a birth/
  • Not all death is a curse, The flesh is weak and it hurts/
  • Feelings swell, then they burst/
  • And for self comfort we search/
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  • Now back to vengeance, who’s really your homie/
  • All the Bro talk, their very intentions was all bologna/
  • Every message they road for me, said that they’d get there shortly/
  • Now I sit in a cell, praying to Jesus every morning/
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  • And the outline, jaw-line, flaps on this apparatus/
  • Speaking to my own self, exhibiting these bad habits/
  • I just want to be heard, feeling nauseous and asthmatic/
  • All this heart I exert is the reason I get back at it/
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  • Been a minute and some time/
  • Since I picked a pen to rhyme/
  • Lost the will to my own drive/
  • Motor sputter when reved high/
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  • Barley at the finish line/
  • fighting all the criticize/
  • All who does against me ain’t no fucking friend of mine/

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