CHALLENGER'S RAP

• As I creep through these streets laced with land mines and innuendos/
• These zombies sleep to the beat, stuck in the game like it’s Nintendo/
• And I’ve been broke but I still wrote this dope shit ‘til my pen croaked/
• The rhymes tile in my mind, filling space like Roger Penrose/
• It’s sickening how despicably quickly back-stabbers stick you so deeply/
• I take my kick-it off repeat
• Configure slicker trigger mechanisms to defeat/
• The malevolent, prevalent ignorance in those we meet/
• My prose replete with subtleties like smoke bubbling/
• As I take my bong-hit of that Oregon chronic but I’m struggling/
• So then I snort me some molly, now I’m hustling/
• To hold it in, lean my head back n wait for the drip/
• Already wrote 3 verses in my head while rubbing stubble on my chin/
• Juggling words with my mind, then leak it with a pen,/
• Been cooking up D.O.P.e. yeah, that shit that’ll have ya coughing and choking again/
• Iam Spitting into the wind, cuz I’m ice cold chilling/
• Hold the vanilla cuz it kurt kokaine, Iam Real’A/
• And really The anorexic lexicon of these rap icons has gone on too long/
• It’s like they text their songs
• My intoxicating logic hits the brain like hypoxia clouding your thoughts/
• and then ya spine im cracking
• Cuz Your vocabulary’s lacking/
• and I’m verbally smacking your lazy styles off the mattress, faggots/
• I come through with my own body bags, pull out the shotty n mag/
• Then I yell WAKE UP,/
• You shake n you fell off like you stay drunk, slip, trip on words where you lay, stuck/
• My flow is tight like new kicks and u knpw i stay laced up/
• your random tantrum smears your make-up/
• You left stage, tail between legs, linked ya stinky cunt/
• I caught vapors off the haters who knew that their music was bunk/
• Shit,
• How I do it is I get lifted up off a chewy blunt then I get spittin and writing/
• Some say my lyrics are cryptic and deciphering/
• Say my rhymes is like crime scene forensics
• I grip this mic like I hold that piece when I smoke a bowl-load that OreGon Kush
• I breathe deep as I sink into the beat and I rip this tight flow/
• I’m liable to idle/
• , next moment explosive as I drive all my rivals into lamenting morosely/
• Hold my enemies closely by the throat, till i see them stop breathing/
• But sometimes I let loose so they live with the truth that I’m bringing/
• Heavenly singing starts your ears ringing, the globe splitting while I’m spitting/
• And kicking the most realest and wicked shit to hit ya senses since that umbilical cord snippin/
• Cuz Kurt Kokaine been dope since the circumcision/
• So I body any meeni and any with this lava flow /
• As I boldly flow where no soul has flown before/
• Hitting ya Between ya eye sockets with a thought rocket/
• While I’m sniffing coke laced snot rockets
• And Hoping profits and notoriety ascends rapidly
• Im what Real..Gangster...and savage B/
• I Smoke weed to ease this battle within me,it’s a mental war
• Only made worse by our current national situation we got
• Now I’m a hop on some shit that’s gonna make you think and thought what you thought wasn’t really what’s you thought
• Cuz Covid19 this virus is just the beginning of the root plot
• It Got me still hoping for Career assassination
• I hope Trump n his minions feel shots from rooftops for exposing the culturally corrosive plot
• Of the one-stop-shop-'til-you-drop, free thought rotting media feeding ya censored pictures and Scripture with the constantcy of an I.V. drip-feed from the immediate vicinity of your beloved T.V.
• get woke and Injest this knowledge and peep...it’s Kurt Kokaine! ..541 Southern Oregon Whiteboy…go ahead and Press rewind,
• And snort and Injest me one more time….