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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Tempt me and I screw you harder than a lightbulb,
- Ladies notice my organ, and always say its the right bulge,
- You just an open book, smoke you faster than Mary Jane,
- Billboard haunting the city, advertising sex in the very lanes,
- Used to commit voice crimes thinking Uncle Sam'll make me the next pop star,
- Now I know the only thing he want for minorities is a ride in a vexxed cop car
- Imminent death in the battle, she never lived to tell the tale,
- Army of women out there singing off key, thinking they'll be the next adele,
- Message delivered through words and phrases, indecipherable linguistics,
- Got the shortcut to hell, you wanna test that heurestic?
- As an MC I never fail and got the armor of fishscale,
- Postal got seized by the feds, looking for the kids mail,
- Patronise god, your style ancient and archeological,
- Me and the affiliates, five oh can never ascertain,
- Stay amorphous, the axiom of crime,
- Remember when you used to commit blasphemy,
- Sipping on kool-aid, moet and that remy,
- Got more paper than a filing cabinet,
- Mentality like cobalt or the chiral atoms,
- Command holds like an eagles talons,
- On the cable, thinking youd be the next Jimmy Falon,
- Saturday night live, mcs bite five flows, rapscallions!
- Blueberries and cherries, soldiers 40 packed in the trenches,
- Put rap industry in recession, had em all sitting on benches,
- Some writing be nothing but a straight joke,
- Dealing drugs, had suppliers send me cut rate coke,
- Where was you when we were getting besieged?
- Never realised the streets gots it own vows, guess you reneged
- Come looking for combat, and this general put you on guard duty,
- Girls not trying to get mine anymore, I guess they got scarred coochie,
- Not afraid of my adversaries I got the ammunition ready,
- If one want to live like a king there a few rules he got to master,
- Critical to this rap scene like alluminium in jets,
- Liable to let loose dont have me feed you lead,
- I got designer kicks which Im rocking, dont need bootleg,
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I know you're gonna dread-locking eyes with me
- Jamaican jerk to masturbator, weak sauce, no meat
- Spit lyrical like Lyrica, numb you straight off the beat
- Always trying a new angle, I'm isosceles
- Okay, let me get reflective and not mirror MCs
- You said you wanted something real: so here's the Odyssey
- The honesty of the modest oddities
- Facing chronic Miskatonics only they can see
- Schizophrenic, walking their way down the street
- My momma hugged the old folks when they would rouse and scream
- Old folks left in the lurch to rot, you see
- Then bosses say "the rent's behind, can you make 'em drop a G?"
- But they'll never drop this G, personal policy
- I cut the brakes with my teeth, there is no stopping me
- Frostily, call me a Sonic Gnostic, see
- With a ball joint in my pocket to so I can write the scene
- I'm praying for the future where instead of television coups
- The Coup will be playing up on TV and the household name is Boots
- I pray that we stop pretending voting's all we gotta do
- And I pray we stop the spending of the many by the few
- Because if we're all a bunch of numbers, that just makes us Number 2
- To the fat cats, while we're scrabbling just to stay there in the queue
- And they had this shit on paper back in 1862
- While a war to pull the chains off was just entering Year 2
- Kropotkin, Marx and Engels wrote to try to find the truth
- Try and read this shit today and say that it ain't in the news
- "A global hege-mony about people hedging money
- Will ignite another a hatred of the people you find funny
- A fasc-ist-ic nostalgia will start toxic-al-ly glowing
- While the pissed off working people will be getting mad and growing"
- And all Stephen's Sons will Neal (kneel) because the Crash is getting Snow-y
- You want a prophecy? You get an H-Bomb or a Rose, you dig?