CHALLENGER'S RAP

• as I reminisce on the days I remember this,
• Dropin heat n stompin beats wit IA at the top where it was hard to reach
• Im spittin sober so its hard to free and its been years so pardon me.
• Im still sinkn mc's like the titanic,
• not trippn on dead beats cuz I vanished,
• I dippd n left the streets I cant stand it,
• Now im eatn steak n not another ham sandwich
• haha still a diabolical prophet
• Thatll rip ya eyeball outta ya socket like a lockness
• hiding in ya closet put u in ya coffin
• Too rebel for this mellow beat man
• You may see the piece in a frying pan
• Don't lie to the clan
• Then they won't find you in a Van
• As Mi walk on Di pavement tink about where de dayz weNt
• Hav no money 4 today's rent
• cyan't git a job tired di enslavement
• they say We free why I feelin cayged inn
• And the weathers bad rainy days always
• still we find away to stay a float
• n fight tru di storm it getting harder de umbrella torn
• so mi pray till weather gone and give praise to the marjuwan
• n mi stay away from di babylon
• we so stressed money buy happiness
• enlightenment we try ta git
• mi cyant wait till we decipher it!
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• Rap scholar chasing fast dollars..
• Holla in cyphers, rapping vipers with black choppers//
• music's taking me higher....exposing liars bringing facts proper//
• ponder thoughts on how a boss can make it in the jungle...
• where leading people isn't equal to a piece of the puzzle// haters chuckle because we juggle life in a world where strife makes it crumble//
• muscle our way in the game where lames struggle// I'm just tryna be a good uncle...remain humble//
• yet still will kill in a rebuttal because debating is my hustle// living extravagant, pushing a lavish whip...stacking chip,
• Like Christ, in life i'm passionate, being a Microphone Doctor like Parish Smith//
• so Check the status kid..i'm just practicing...not really flowing nice//
• but this lil gamble is a sample like throwing dice//
• leaving brothers dead like blowing pipes holding mics//
• and that's a risk because we go to jail for riding motor bikes (meek mill)// when my Ebola strikes it'll have the impact of a cobra bite//
• TopoG is the Soldier type...thought you was better?..sho ya right//
• In shine n glow, flow at nine below giving March colder nights//
• I'm a playa..so to ya daughter..i just offer pain/
• because she can't relate..she's never caught-uh-drain// or suffered from a tortured brain//
• And was diagnosed...or ever told.."you're insane"// forget going for tha fame//
• i'm staying low key (Loki), like when i'm up in ya wh*re, on streets with the Hammer like *thor*//
• I'm hard to the core...wanting more with an incentive of never being poor//
• and i swore to God I'll graduate from school so i won't have to take any job..or rob...
• Only build an empire with my squad//
• living by the code of silence like the mob....