CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Im like the cash stashed under your bed,
• So well hidden, with shame and pain cause Im from a life you should have never lead,
• Jesus Christ is my lord and savior, Satan a nuisance all up on my dick,
• They say you reap what you sow, I guess I sowed something a little too sick,
• Break phony emcees with this acoustical like a rotten toothpick,
• Solitary life got me contemplating a little too deep,
• Creeps need the beef, and I kick raps that wake ya from the sleep,
• Make you see the societal matrix, the satanic habits,
• Have ya girls laughin,
• I got what you tricks need, switch speed and the gears,
• Im about to kick the rare, and take it the next level,
• So high Im nearly knocking on heavens door,
• And I killed this shit on the elevator, before I reached the seventh floor,
• Mathematical approach, I can switch the linguistics to match the track,
• Heavy-handed math attack, come against me? ya be lacking facts,
• This is a rap, infact, I take a dictionary and get ya capping man,
• A top villain, screaming fuck Bob Dylan, and I hurt gods feelings,
• Im like a combination of weed and vodka,
• Coming at ya like sirens from a cop car,
• My rhymes is enough to please a rock star,
• Please, yall need the weed and a lotta slant rhymes,
• I dream and fiend to make stacks off these fat rap lines,
• I'm like the best-laid plans,
• I tape hands and squeeze the trigger like this was Nam,
• Psycho, calm when they burst the napalm,
• A dollar for my thoughts can spark wars and cataclysms,
• 1000 dollars per word, thats a proper rappers fee, son,
• My life is all black,
• Watching you bozos come at me, then fall back,
• Son, Im more a flunkie than a soldier, but I fight my own wars,
• I can hit you with what the rich do,
• Getting ideas off these lifestyle mags,
• Dreaming of collecting dogtags from baghdad,
• Son, my mind is simply gone,
• Y'all lacking the gonads, learn ya lesson from a genuine nomad,
• I guess I gotta be the one to bring the wimps reform,
• Genuine decomposition of these flows proves the authentic music,
• Ya come against me, you be better off riding a car into a ditch,
• Cause when I flip this sick flow,
• I let ya tricks know, heavyweight like the Big Show,
• And I got the hands down, take you back to Smackdown,
• Verbal composition, decimate you with the novel words,
• A scientist that has the brain to match,
• Never lacking the light in my soul,
• Facts, I spin the track faster than your average mechanical moment,
• And to phony Emcees, these displays of precocity bring torment,
• Heavy metals, I thrive off the adrenaline,
• Verbal spray, when it arrives ya had better pray,
• Acquired the deep scientific knowledge, the go getter,
• and I flow better than the average MC,
• Resist Satan even though he tempts me,
• The king of the grey areas,
• Always with a crew thats nefarious,
• Eating wildebeest, and Im the one man team,
• Black moon, this rap tune will hit you harder than an eight track,
• Fade back to my old recordings,
• I can't sing, but I can write,
• Know the outcome, with my logical hypothesis, Im damn right,
• Some rap battles here be phonier than planned fights,
• Rough and rugged, Im the quarterback on the centerfield,
• My rhymes is harder than the shell of a centipede,
• Check the album, militant mind like Malcolm,
• The average crew win against me? frequency of that occurence: seldom,