CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Electrifying insurrectionist, street rebel, I keep level, ask god to flip heaven, and Im like the electrons moving through the wire,
• Fastest sounds coming from the basset hounds, we proving crews are tired,
• Democratising the hood, like geometric hawkeyes, with prophetic foresight,
• My battles got intellectual and sociological undercurrents, but we fight like the corps might,
• Ballot box, with a salad drop, call it chance, yall ain't destined to elect the leader,
• Its like kicking the coke habit, only to discover yall desiring better weed huh?
• Studying the combinatorics of chess pieces, I got the best leases,
• Paid a 100 without the tracks tantrum, now I rap about that in this fat anthem,
• Im like the admiral, with no vices, no whiskey or booze,
• Enumerating my greatness, underestimate, then you miss me and lose,
• I supplant your mans crew and stay true to the groove, no one else could,
• Im like the fresh prince, f*ck what a psychometric test thinks,
• I set fire to your best minks, and decimate the wadrobes of pimps,
• Competition get inhibited, Im like rappads enzyme, beta blocker,
• This lifes price is in my sight, thrice right, got cash so I made a chopper,
• Life got harder, stars got farther, and fools took the hood and blame the coppers,
• Losing my cool, normalizing combativeness, pull rude stunts in parlors,
• No longer make a ruckus, while the fake ones think they can gun sling harder,
• Now Im in the precinct, sweat trickles down me, stinking, that's how cops found me,
• See why yall wanna act like me? The price of the trife life is steep: your soul,
• Adrenaline pumping, dreaming the 1920s mafioso lifestyle, always into something,
• Gunning away in an old wagon, termination of these, hand over the keys,
• Supply running dry, its do or die, mankinds era, decisive victory,
• See society is a statistical distribution, much like every collection,
• You fall on either end of the spectrum, and your life is harder than most,
• Invited to every party, but I decline, in my mind, I ain't part of no toast,
• But I eavesdrop on those who fall in the sweet spot,
• They wanna be me, but can't handle the fact that somedays I had to flip rocks,
• And smoke so many trees, they call me weed bot,
• And when I was 12, nearly went to Juvie for stealing a kids cot,
• Naval commando, never able to trick god, pirates find their ship shot,
• Free enterprise was the motto, till they got dreams of being the next capo,
• Now, kid getting a tail by the feds, modernised version of the gestapo,
• Met a fiend so hungry his next try was to try to rob best buy,
• Societies becoming a jungle, and instead of the truth, them feds lie!
• Axiomatic definitions, I learnt about the nature of logic at twenty one,
• Im like a bursting full auto at a gun range, deep in the waters where nobody come wade,
• Dreams of barell rolls in stunt planes, and I chill with skill and let the blunt fade,
• but Im only in love with the sound of silence,