CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm "scared sad and afraid" of his plans for the game
• when bare rappers relate to their glamour and fame but where passion's debased.
• stared back to the snakes
• on the stairs back to the stage.
• If I'm "scared sad and afraid"
• but spared apathy's state then despair's naturally great.
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• I've slaughtered readily
• and sought a remedy
• but mourned the memories,
• so scorned the heavenly "former enemies" for a form of therapy.
• your thought's essentially born dependently
• of all the better 'cees
• you've not got the force to better me; it's a source of jealousy.
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• Oh, no, I don't spit for the hell of it, I know I'm more than relevant
• My common sense has been bombin' shits like you ever since I first started tellin' it
• And in the present tense there's more than enough evidence to prove I'm more intelligent
• Than you fool, you're tryin' to be elegant but you started out in a deficit
• Talkin' defication, often dedication isn't prevalent, and that's what I see with you
• Yeah, it's parchment, let me enlarge it and throw the whole sheet at you
• I'm spittin' raps as you collapse, my bars are in charge, just read a few
• I think perhaps Frat has proven the craft, indeed I do
• So don't speak of acumen when you're lackin' it, get vaccinated
• Put me on blast when you're not hackin' it? Get abacinated
• Lookin' past the hatred, I keep 'em fascinated
• Rap is sacred, how dare you hack and rape it
• With passive vacant bars about total bullshit
• You're not worthy to stand in ya local pulpit
• I just stole on you again, call me the vocal culprit
• Anger got a hold on you again? Come on and voice it
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• The choice is yours, if I were you I'd back up a few feet
• Coz I'll never run from an unclever bum when my shit is just too sweet
• And when you rap, we take a nap, the whole damd crew sleep
• Ya knuckles are bleedin' coz you drag 'em fagit, I'm too deep
• For your petty metaphors
• Most lackin' context, don't know what ya said it for
• Not a one complex, you're the bull, I'm the matador
• Why I gotta swing this red cape at this silly fagit for?
• Yeah, it's shit like that, but I fight back with a sure shot, sure to make ya drop
• You at the bottom son, now take ya spot
• Mr. gangsta Atlantian, but really he crave the cock
• He's just spittin' recycled pac, make 'im stop
• I'm gettin' a headache, boy I make the dead wake
• You just a head case, boy, I make the fed's shake
• I know I got ya red faced, boy, you be just a dead weight
• Get back in ya place, nothin' ya have said's straight