CHALLENGER'S RAP

• So if you ain't pitching nothing about cash, Ima have to blast,
• Desert eagle and the four four, we keep it cocked, ho,
• Deep minds generate the hardest electric field lines,
• Radio and commerce conspire, trying to kill mine,
• But what they still find, is a rap that last for the ages,
• Understand this monstrosity, Im like best book you never read,
• Im jamming and planning my rap exit, so hard the papers wet,
• They say Im dirty, maybe its cause I got left out in the mud,
• Fool, Im only a mirror, what you throw back, I learn and go rap,
• They say my flow lack the commercial elements,
• Rap is a lot more than just guns and crime,
• Im about vocabulary, science, thats why them labels ain't funding mine,
• So if society is the monstrosity, then Ill be the righteous one,
• And Ill keep preaching till the fight is won,
• Atrocious, I split the verbose like a fissile reaction,
• My raps? Is like watching a missile in action,
• Combinational torment, weak rappers get mad jealous,
• But I ain't a hater, or a faker, Im like "Ha! fellas",
• When I drop this grammar, like a rock is hammered,
• Industrial grade flows, ever the invigilator,
• So get your examination, blast raps and facts to pass,
• Rap aspirants get sent back to class,
• A statistical anomaly in this matrix, interchangeable flows like math,
• Fuck a night-cap, Im drinking vodka and juice,
• My styles in effect, and it ought to confuse,
• Lining my jacket with the blood of dignitaries,
• Competition get inhibited like the Reds in the space race,
• Minority, a slugger, and I gots to face hate,
• Might discharge this full clip into you from a tommy gun,
• And then pray for repentance,
• Those were the old days,
• But my life was practically over when it started,
• See it don't matter what I do,
• I was cursed, now all I got is this tight verse,
• And it might hurt sentiments of the majority,
• But life is a bitch, and that shit makes you flip,
• So I pull into my cranium, and watch these raps land,
• Yeah G, it's somewhat half planned,
• A math fan? Im gonna recite Godel and the axioms of number sets,
• And then elucidiate about a nun's regret,
• 45 G's short, I ain't got much funding left,
• I seperate charges and cause dipole moments,
• Comment on your brains five old torments,
• And pull out your girls G-strings,
• Just tempt me, and see the carnage we bring,
• Worth five shillings and I ain't getting richer,
• So I stick to these words and try to paint this, which hit ya,
• Trapped in a life of regret and sorrow, looking for the exit sign,
• I got talent and promise, but no group, cause my set declined,
• See I come from the rough and rugged,
• The outskirts of where they used ta dump the corpses and flee,
• Ventricular stimulation, I got the CIA investigating my wordplay,
• Cause Im liable to cause erratic electrocardiograms through what I say,
• A master of hypnosis, check the words of my album,
• Son, this a deep-sea, creeps be comparing me to you,
• that's like a shark to salmon, Im the chosen one,
• If rapping get me money, then Im closing sums,
• Ya weak crew pose with guns,
• novel solitary elaborate mind that is known to rock flows and stop hoes,
• My mental defenses is impenetrable to false ideologies,
• Logically dissect even the finest of rhetoric, I'm a trained scientist,
• The page is my electric field and your mind gets ionized off the combinatorics,