CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Hop off, lemme do my thing
• I take aim, fuck a weapon I’m Bruce Wayne
• I don’t change, I’m skinny and I’m simply, the brand new thang
• Silver on my chain, people ask why, while I’m looking fly, like a plane
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• (Oh no!) It’s the lunatic, the human computer chip, walking wit a hooters chick,
• he’s a savage, with talent, a track arsonist, who’s flow is the opposite of stagnant,
• Skill he makes use of it
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• Came from the bottom, now he’s as high as the sky
• Rhymes hit like a shotgun, puncture your eye if you lie
• You act dead like a possum, you’re afraid you’ll die if you act sly
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• Ima maniac, rap’s not cap, but caution it has some caveats
• I roll in black, with a staff, addressing and threatening, that I’ll take your cash
• “I got stacks”, “I got racks”, Bitch you’re a fake, wearing a mask
• Acting like money you make, while in reality, your suffering a fatality, wearing rags
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• What a bunch of fags, irreverently, telling me, I can’t come back
• I’ll use some great tags, and malevolently, start wrecking eet, then view hit my face SMACK
• Ima lyrical, hysterical genius
• Who’s flow is the meanest
• Who’s pockets are the greenest,
• Your rhymes from Uranus, my rhymes hot, straight outta Venus
• Hook:
• Was gone for a while, to get better, I did what I could,
• Flowing, while moving with the motion, and now I’m sounding good x2
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• Hit em with rhythm, and wit my stigma, into they knocked out crying
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• (COLLAB VERSE HERE)