CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Intuition: can sense that only thing you take is a lesson to ehnance skill,
• Premonition, inhibiting my natural tendencies, bending seas when I spit,
• Combat: got a beautiful dichotomy, a system I created: parts of MCs, split!
• We keep shotgun shells, and got funds well into the six digits,
• Your girl hate you like hell, convicts get more sex than you in conjugal visits,
• See its the linguistic, jingoistic, heuristic to hell, entirety of generation ruined,
• Shortstop entertainment, leave a lot to be desired, infernal crime decimates,
• Habitats of the modern cities, no less than a primal zone, hazardous waste,
• And this is a guess, but I bet you ready to sell out faster than black friday,
• We might even see you up in the stage with Taylor Swift,
• Pop goes the weasel! Aspiring MC turned singer quick,
• You talk a lot, but only thing you gonna get is dropped harder than an anvil,
• Only gunplay you ever see was when you smash keys in call of duty,
• The sole thing that blew up bigger than me in 2020 was COVID,
• You too young for this: only virus you ever saw was in a computer,
• Some too young, growing up is now accelerated, modern velocity,
• Had about a million problems in the hood, extricated myself but miss it now,
• Enumerating economics in my scratch book, making sense of formal system,
• As a youngin knowledge took first priority, nothing else was as sacred,
• Have taken the fast route, only for the righteous, the eternal lament,
• Sometimes I tend to cry, soul feels eviscarated, under the skies above gods,
• Depths of solitude can enligthen darkness, reflections of the mystery men,
• By 13 had actualized my intellect, but life is but a gaussian blur, a merry ride,
• Yes? Unborn childs fate lies dormant in the books written, politics: reptillian,
• Animal instincts activated, indoctrinated as a child, never an ordained one,
• but became a valid prophet, though some claim I preach heresy,
• Made good on my promises to the disenfranchised, struggle is a currency,
• and it buys my respect, while others seek to empty their decanters in travels,
• a scholarly poet occupied with the bookish, countless rings of conquests
• are worn on my fingers, and the only form I care for is for the written,
• Pen being my asset and strength, indeed mightier than the sword,
• Treat it as no less than a weapon, with no retrospect, seek divisions of
• the philosophical in poetry and knowledge of ethereal realms in science,
• Nature and the soul, essence of modern art does not reflect the grassroots,
• Look to the past with reverence, vocabulary was richer, the average
• individual more well rounded, indeed nowadays we sadly have zombies!!
• Transperent designs of the dumbing down of the school curiculum
• Spit flows that knock you out the orbit, and always able to keep it morbid,
• Like the morgue, cept the bodies I drop are aspiring rappers, in perpetuity,
• Midas touch, stars appear like halleys comet, mind is often on hallucegenics
• to open and expand consciousness to other unknown realms, a wise spirit,
• distinct and well prepared, like the average street fighter,
• Destiny oughto manifest the best in me, and if not then I aspire to reach
• a higher degree of carnal knowledge, and a deep synchronicity with god