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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • this isnt history; this be our stories, firing shots, im shedding grace, lisping out a hiss, tongue flickers, fork lifts, and i dont give a shit about your chick, yeppers, bisquick and pepper, lipstick and zeffer, Jung's great heffer bitch,
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  • Im a jew, you a doofus, imma chew you out,get some lines down, grinding words out, its a coal mine and Im stretching shit out like a diamond. you cant even speak a lick of verse not a word, not a blert, come and lie down, you aint my idol im a mother fucken black adder, your a mime when it comes to freestyles, i'll outshine any body, comes to makes a ruckus with a verse of this murderous subversiveness, i aint shirtless i am sure I can serve you with a squirt of venom, im a curse, speaking cursive, your mother wouldnt say a word to me, your a skirt steak, im a word salad, finna splurge like im a snapping turtle and bird eating tranchila, so get you girth in my freakish nurse outfit, medication is the shit I nerfed.
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  • I got a autti nacho hassling me every time i gives my dixonary dictation but i dont give a shit; i a magician, he flibityjibits like he captain fatass. Im a massive heart attack with a pistol syntax, check the win mag, and the twin .40s not extended, im a clip slapper, calls drama queen's panorama cuz autistics actin shiznet. Im a mystery in a frictional fictional hypnotist's written accidentals, twisted as is, shoot stuff I'll keeps to my derivatives, my prerogatives? sith verse, its imperitive to talk about love, talk about hatred, dont try an act like youre my savior, ock about lames; shock em with a nameless bit of rhythmic languages, what I cant have my cake and fuck and eat it too? yes I can, i got three cakes, and I'm steak with a fritter plate, a silver rail road spike command take it cuz, sin feeling Mr. Pickles and wicked sixes with no fragrance, hippy bullshit, burnt potate and chiseled angles, nipple tassels. Misbehavior, shits, I'm a rickety mast, ships adrift amidst a water serpent, I am's asshole. Im a psst in an intermittent catheter, raw with a lasso - sassier than a lass in a fashion show, cats up my ass so im walking like a missionary plaster saint, im a tadpole, slicker than your jag, yo I do this when I'm sober, I do this when Im drunk, I do this while im working and when sitting in a funk so as to stuff you in the trunk cuz this aint even at one meant it a two man I wanna shit in some fool's shoes, lemons in my stew which is rather soup, drinking kroovy from the fountain a youth - mountain of uncouthness: being you-ish in a lewd situation, comes to drooling so beautifully, turns the mesasoic into gruel, im a tool fan and a dude, im a loser, never been to shul since I was a nougat in the hue of pretty tulips, screwma, do this, imma move shit with a new scuner sooner than you can say "prove it" unglued, stuck together with a phlemish duplicate, grooves in a ferric musement, im a new sense and a droog, power ranger up the wassoo aiming for a poop shoot eat some kous-kous, im looser than a bunch of cupids, got a duece-duece and a buegal, i knew ya when this was Sumer, when Anubis slewn Wepwawet which for whom theys often confused.

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • //Chorus
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  • This how the streets go (yeah)
  • You never know (Yeah)
  • When you gonna die young or old (yeah)
  • In the hood you can lose your soul (yeah)
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  • This how the streets go (yeah)
  • You never know (Yeah)
  • When you gonna die young or old (yeah)
  • In the hood you can lose your soul (yeah)
  • Let me tell you a story
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  • //Verse
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  • I'm walking down the block
  • I see a guy with a glock
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  • He asked me "Where im from"
  • I said "Chatham you need some?"
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  • He grabbed me threw me in the car
  • He turned the keys to start
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  • We go to the alley he gets out the car
  • He rips me out throws me on the ground hard
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  • He puts the 9 to my face
  • Snatches my chain and I run to my place
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  • I run to Chatham I go to my homies
  • I said "someone jacked me brody"
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  • The streets is heartless
  • Hustle regardless
  • Gang wars start this
  • Good times light to darkness
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  • We from the projects hope we all make it out
  • Don't blame it on our parents aint have shit made it about
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  • But we roll out we grab the straps we wont step back
  • We sell weed cause we in need to make racks
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  • But we go find him and we see him on his block
  • So we put on our masks and we clutch our move with the glock
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  • We run on him we shoot him twice
  • We take my chain we leave witnesses playing dice
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  • We run to Brier Park
  • It starts to get dark
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  • We run to Cambridge We made it to Galt
  • They shouldn't have robbed me its they fault
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  • //Chorus
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  • This how the streets go (yeah)
  • You never know (Yeah)
  • When you gonna die young or old (yeah)
  • In the hood you can lose your soul (yeah)
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  • This how the streets go (yeah)
  • You never know (Yeah)
  • When you gonna die young or old (yeah)
  • In the hood you can lose your soul (yeah)
  • its the end of the story

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