CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Force of a thousand beehives, my sting is lethal and feral, like shots from a barrel,
• Bait you and the jakes to the lake, and take eight grand,
• I then vacate, man, before ya make plans to end me,
• MCs trip when they think they can grip and give the slip to me,
• It's nother assured one, Im bursting the gun like infantry from the covers, a sure victory,
• Rap mafioso, turn Glocks into pens, I'm so skilled I'm dangerous for planting thoughts into men,
• When I write the biblical, it's like Im flaunting gods inner pen,
• Evidently, I'm skilled at this game, so crowds can come and see,
• When I rhyme, each line shine even for the blind, like a clip done emptied,
• Load Glocks, we never flop, crowds flock, we shock and hop into the park at dark,
• Get game in the rap lane, doing it smart, Im like the goon in the dark, living under a black tarp, my facts art,
• Hit the piss scene like it was missing C-4, blast from the past? Nah, even before,
• Words is ammo, I do it like Rambo, acessing restricted frequencies, the deep emcee,
• and plan to hit you with the deep two, and then reload,
• You find my intellect rivals the hive minds of galore,
• Stab ya logic and science with force like knife crime of the lore,
• Investigating in my hood, discernment let the cops know,
• Who rules over this dominion, drop my words alone and stop shows,
• I hit you with the 357 magnums, make sure your creeps soon hit goons and get deep wounds,
• Life of crime, I shun that, wreck you with the comeback and then get some math, my rap chasm make you think Im a phantasm,
• Right hook, dreams got the night shook and I got the best impact, got these whack emcees checking facts,
• I got the funds fiends lack and dreamed that cold murder with a clean bat,
• Exquisite elucidation, I spit flows and diss more, but never take the piss though,
• Son these o are of high degrees, abstract like tripcodes,
• Every chick knows, who the god be,
• The Lord sees, that I wreck all emcees that planned to stop me,
• The devil, rebel, and I level the pen and paper,
• Cutting into ya rhetoric like a ten-inch laser,
• Temptations, I bring the holy water and the book,
• I'm like the general, commanding these troops,
• Leaving ya shook, the displays of innumerable raps,
• Crowds offended so I keep catching flack,
• Godfather, me and my crew are through with matching hats,
• My batting average is sicker than most,
• Blast raps coast to coast, go on sit back, relax and pick up a toast,
• Genius flows, tempting the listeners, you pricks will slip and attempt tricks, get your head right, Im dead right when I say ya need ya pen fixed,
• Feel my black heart, decimate compositions into half parts, obviously, the emcee in me has been unleashed,
• A masterpiece in the works, and I finalize the creation to completion,
• Im like the nobel prize in the rap game, never roll with whack dames,
• I drop these that cop cheese and take out a cops knees, then flee to the northeast, plotting schemes to rivals Gottis dreams,
• Son, maxim of mine, life is always darker than it seems,
• Devil but a god in this game, thats how I always been, while you plot to get cream I leave imprints on your girls cognition like a wet dream, director of my own movie, I set scenes,
• And I always play to win, and dream about the cream, was supposed to be on gaurd duty but I was chasing the dark booty,
• Iller than charlie sheen, acknowledge Jesus Christ, but come at you with a knife, cause times is hard, we were dealt the worst kinda cards,
• Hotter than the summer but coming at you like a cold breeze,
• The bold kid you the type to OD on cold cheese,
• recollect the mixture and hit ya with the verbal,
• Acknowledged for my talent from vets,
• Never made radio though, too real and stay on deck,
• Crowds flock, to see us drop these and flex,
• Yo the flow ain't hard to detect,
• Drop an advanced rap curicculum,
• I give a fig if your plan for me involve mad money,
• Im about as hard to kill as a crash dummy,
• sick flows, trip loads and haters blast for me the blasphemy, all talk, but in game time they feign crime and are absentees
• Accurately assemble these terminologies,
• A job for the god requires a large severance package,
• I find ya'all silly billies hard to swallow, but I deferr the raps rage,
• Fuck a case officer, Im a G,
• With the don appeal, you wishing to cop a feel for my lifestyle,
• I quote a dyke, then flee in a motorbike, after taking ya for your grands,
• As a man with dangerous hands, I made equivalent plans to get the bands, Crashed the planet, came in hard and wrecked the land, O! O! O! The deep flow to let ya peeps go,
• Devil try to hit my property with the repo, bitch, Im smuggling jet fuel from the depot, Supplementing dangerous vocabulary and enumerating my lifestyle,
• And they wonder why the whack people lack sequels, you rocky 6, Im like universal soldier, turn ya heart colder