CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Cherry picking trill./
• He think gon get me buried in this./
• The outcome? Very different./
• I ain’t these fairy bitches./
• I hope they baring witness./
• Trilluminati bout to get air diminished./
• Choke em out! Make him lose control of his every system./
• Straight off, I know what the plot is./
• Address my rap pad stats and say my quota ain’t polished./
• Trilluminati thinks he got his eye on my movements like drones in the projects./
• You only federal reserves. But that don’t mean controlling the profits./
• You just an informer for top pigs,
• squealing on dope presence, begging overlords for a cock sip./
• Trilluminati, thinks he stacking bricks,
• but he ain’t building it clean./
• Starts his foundation, fat.
• Let’s raise a point, make levels start appearing to lean./
• He’ll try angles to lift off his vision,
• exploit my labor like Egyptian regimes./
• It’s no surprise, eye see you right at the top of that pyramid scheme./
• I ain’t buying in./
• If punches don’t hit your gut, let’s try your chin./
• Boxing combos, catch bruises, any ring you climbing in./
• I write to rip, they try to stitch you together, but insides will shift./
• Now you a lopsided puppet, without the psycho hint./
• See, I enlighten wins to appraise value in the price to split your life with shivs./
• So it means more to the heart, make you feel where the knife will stick./
• Fuck a nice event. I’m putting Trill in a box./
• Dickin your moms at the funeral while the minister talks./
• I’ll recite “Catching a Body” so your family can reminisce on your thought./
• Then rip the mic for a hot sixteen and take a shit in your plot./
• Kicking your pops, full force, in his quivering’ jaw./
• Spit on his daughter, then tell that little slut to give me call./
• Okay maybe you don’t have a sister and your daddy, you didn’t live with at all./
• I’ll give you a sister and beat your dad for your existence because that prick was involved!/
• Straight disrespect. I notice you don’t get it a lot./
• Make your girl give my dick a tongue twister massage and you a kick in the balls./
• Trill ain’t ready for this smoke, like his lungs are congested./
• Illuminati controls the globe, you barely buzz in your section./
• I got angles to trap you from a dozen directions./
• Networking, my rhymes all over the map, but I fucking connect em!/
• You ain’t true and real. You transmute it well./
• Shout to Geechi, when they real, you can tell./
• They’ll pick up my scent but you bring confusing smells./
• Which is weird. All this work you been producing, well...
• why you still battle them kids? You oughta shoot yourself./
• Im done killing these low tiers./
• Got me bored, I wanna scrap with the goat here./
• They appreciate ladder approaches,
• so I rung you up to climb and crash through your home, queer./
• Keep your eye straight, guy. Your matchups are so weird./
• I’m showing Trill a beating he ain’t been handed this whole year./
• You get movement off these kids./
• Already proved I got the wit./
• Steppin to ya, tossing fists./
• Playing boom bap on your chin./
• Trill don’t get my alpha pen, don’t gotta use that for a win./
• But when he compiles best rappers again, he gon’ include me on that list./