CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Antecedents and precedents, I master these, the award show was just a precursor to your rap demise, and there won’t be a sequel when I am done with you, you realise you in dire straits right at the battles commencement, so Ill set the ball in motion, with that all-in, devotion, your subsistence is surely to be exposed as maleficent and pathetic, your whole family and crew gonna watch this obliteration,
• Im spitting raw elemental flows comprised of nothing but the most verbose dose of prose and poetry, a skill level you simply cannot ever hope to match or obtain, I decimate your rap form before it comes into existence, and you a rat begging me to finish you off with a mousetrap, you got primitive constructs of number sets, my flows leave a plumber wet, tabula rasa, you ain’t ever gonna hit or define any real targets,
• Exceeding the margins of rappads editor, my ferocity cannot be confined, you rap manifestation is surely nothing but a sedative, you achieving mastery? That’s a straight negative, Im extracting meaning from the codex machinima, your whole persona needs a facelift, dawg – you softer than a pastry, now you trying to be hasty, Im tying you up in knots like a shoelace be,
• To spar with my is surely senseless, I beat you black and blue, leave your more colourful than a baboon in Rangoon, so go ahead use your tampon, cause I’m inducing a bloodbath of a menstrual cycle from you pussies, this is the kind of thing you wussies leave out in your grim memoirs, I got the power of a hundred choirs,
• The triple threat, I cripple sets while you leave nipples wet, YOU SUCK HARD, Im hanging over you like the sword of Damocles, dropping from a higher rap canopy,
• You’d have better luck trying to pull a molar from a rabid dog than trying to gain a victory over me, I got you phony rappers on lock - internet, alleyways or even overseas, the rap police - this scene? I oversee! You outta luck now boy, find where the clover be!
• Solemn thoughts encapsulated in these rhymes, you sure are nothing but blatantly blind to challenge me in the prime of my domain and reign, my empire is built upon mastery of these flows and verbosity,
• This lyrical genesis for my nemesis is sparked by the unbridled desire to create complex worlds and imagery in allegories and stories, these rhymes got more pull than a tow truck, my rhymes bloom like a lotus, I hang with creeps and bang the F.L.O.T.U.S (Melania Trump), that’s just my modus,
• As an MC I cannot be categorised, definitely never pigeonholed with the rest of you walking parrots, I simply cannot be caged, Im like Eric B and Rakim - Paid In Full, got ladies fooled, you ponder you fate in school, cause you getting slapped with a rap examination, blatant escape artists, I can climb out of anything your inferior self could ever imagine,
• Robust, insecticides for you rap locusts, with no focus and locus, your line geometry whack and off, I fly off like a cannonball, your radar and inertial navigation system compromised like a structural defect,
• Little to no effect, I simply cannot detect any attempt at rapping, my contents slapping you to the dark side of the moon, kinda like the lunar rover except that you faker and phonier than the moon landing,
• Blueprint for a rapper? Well Im the damn improvement, like the industrial revolution for this shit, I discovered new energy laws for rhyme like James Joule, you surely are nothing but a magnifcent fool,
• A damn tool, in fact, getting his well-deserved payback, spitting gay facts, you getting the summertime sadness like Lana Del Rey, and I aint even a pop star or rock and roller, WE KNOW - you love the COCK and COLA
• Exceeding abilities in mannerisms rarely seen, Im breaking the land speed record like I was a rocket let loose in the salt flat, yeah, phonies never call back, making devious explosive contacts like rap was combat,
• The grind? We On That, hit you full contact, you a punching bag, and we going to stomp that, your rap lineage is about as well understood as those of wombats,
• Commitment unquestionable and never flounders, the heavyweight pounder, 10-rounder, beat counter, never surpised, though many attempt sabotage,
• Electrifying the rap game better than hydro, ill when I grip the mic, ceterus paribus, Im hitting more free throws than your average NBA champion in this rap game,
• Yo I spit more lethal than a killer dose of arsenic, you get seperated like ionic bonds when I pour this lyrical rain over your chemical composition, the incisions I make rival those of professional surgeons,
• My fans are so loving they causing demand pull inflation in this game,
• Your frame of mind is surely to bring you defeat, as I approximate your rap persona to an inch of your lives, and demarcate the levels of talent like I run a chemical separation method on the mixture, you surely realise you are not homogenous when concerned with me,
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• Your rap career just took a headshot, and is sure to perish, see me I scar entire bodies of work, you barely scratch a blemish, annihilated and nullified,