CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• Like being grounded on punishment...I’m banned from television
• Like Joseph King of Dreams...I can tell a vision
• It’s YLG on the beat, but I ain’t produce this...
• and I came with heat, I need to chill and cool it
• No ceilings 1.5, YLG’s version is roofless
• Bitch....I’m the bomb, and I’m finsta nuke this
• I eat rappers as I’m chewin’ then spit them out as I puke em ...
• up, now they all contaminated food that belong in the sewage
• I ain’t connectin’ the dots, but I’m just playin with the flow
• Turn Super Saiyan when I grow, truly you were hatin’ on the low
• This a motha-fuckin’ freestyle and yall just coppin’ the swag
• Take it and run off with it, ref droppin’ a flag
• That’s plagiarism...like ya ghostwriter
• This rapper not from Florida...but I’m ridin’ to this beat wit my flow,
• so just call me ( Flo-Rida ) flow rider...
• and I blaze the track when I set fire to it like the trail of the Ghost-Rider
• YLG was chosen as a born star...no pick,
• but they need to set...to screen me
• Ya see me...on the T.V...up in 3-D
• All you rappers gettin a diss ( disc ), but I ain’t talkin’ bout no CD,
• or DVD... now you tuned in to my channel,
• and I got other rappers tryna channel me
• Challenge me ? then it’s blasphemy,
• Don’t get it twisted, i’m not a door knob...you cannot handle me
• This microphone is my remote control,
• I can change to any and everything thing that I demand
• In high command and I command...
• to do whatever I say right, like Simon Says
• I’m the best...G, try to test...me
• time for prep...ease, why ? who next please ?
• I’m feelin’ wavy on this like a surfer in Surf’s Up, we surfin’ up
• I drown y’all with my overflow as y’all try to resurface up
• Y’all sink to the bottom, till you hit rock bottom...
• like the home of Patrick Starr, i’m on top of them,
• ain’t no stoppin’ em, when I say I am puttin’ my foot down,
• that mean I’m steppin’ over competition and I’m stompin’ em
• Marchin’ on ya graveyard, won’t let you Rest In Peace
• Chop you up in yo sleep, so let you rest in piece
• Bury you 6 feet deep, no left in peace
• You want a piece of me ? like I’m a piece of meat
• You can have all the beef, but you’ll never get rest of me
• I got the recipe...cookin’ it up with some Sesame
• You want more of me, you only the less of me
• I’m greater, greater than what you will ever be
• You think shit sweet fuckin’ with the King Bee,
• like honey till you get the sting...feel sorry ? you better be,
• but you ain’t better, thinkin’ so ? we can bid a bet
• Pick a deck, play your cards right,
• You’ll lose if ya wrong and you hit the debt
• Pay what you owe to me, like Zion...split the check
• Or I pick ya flesh..off ya bones and body after I hid the rest
• Get finessed, you was playin checkers...not chess
• Get a vest because i’ma hit ya chest,
• steal ya treasure and hid the chess...like a pirate
• Hidden secrets that’s kept quiet and stays private,
• so you’ll never find it
• They try to cancel me and get me kicked off all live coverage,
• Every single hater mad because can’t one see me
• Like The Roots on the Night show, I am ( band ) banned from T.V.