CHALLENGER'S RAP

• My styles derive from blood, sweat, and tears,
• They prepared for me from a time even before the third Reich appeared,
• So advanced beyond my years and time,
• They've been fearing mine, cause they can't come near in rhyme,
• The dreamer's diction for your inner system,
• Cause I defend the weakened victims with wisdom,
• Kingdoms I conquer, your hate can't list em,
• These that I kick, you fear when the flow hits,
• Man with the jam and the slow mix to notice,
• They don't know what to do with me, MC try to surpass me?
• Bloodline might simply reveal an Asiatic pygmy, liable for a class B,
• Competitors try to inhibit some fear but can't come near,
• From ancient monarchs to Pharaohs,
• Their respective impacts seem shallow,
• None could leave imprints on people like mine,
• Victory over souls through nice rhymes,
• Deep to the bone, I penetrate souls and homes,
• Sifting through language like a fine comb,
• Utilizing the tools of the trade, MCs who bite are fools I will fade,
• Never develop complexity to match, or make the grade,
• Check the steps as I lay the rhyme, pick the favorite pair,
• Cause when I flow deep, nothing else compares,
• Emissary of the lost styles and sounds,
• Questioning problematic displays, is it a pronoun,
• Verb or a throttled noun? One for the sounds,
• My clinical advisory is for rappers to not think of it as moot, And settle down,
• If lyrics are ammunition, then I simply shoot the better rounds,
• Competitively my rhymes are better than a bottle down,
• I lift your spirits better than chemicals or the Seraphims,
• Valuable like ancient relics embedded inside Pyramids,
• Split the impure to the pure, and maintain the unitary,
• Cause the troops get mad,
• When I explain morality: its just good and bad,
• Solitary and sacrosanct, I use vocabulary generously,
• And MCs seek beef but don't even get ham,
• This is the commentary of a man to thank,
• Ideologies coming at you to plant,
• Visionary, not a saint, the images I paint and lay claim to the throne,
• Rappers flown to different heights when Im in the zone,
• Atmospheric intervention, undertones blasted on the microphone,
• Replicating styles and sounds of the apex,
• Learned from the same two best emcees,
• My rhymes deliver nihilists to a mindset that is less empty,
• And have the propensity to tesselate your thoughts,
• Implanting knowledge so dangerous, they belong in Fort Knox,
• The magic of these combinations, as you groove to the smooth,
• The rhymes everlasting, and it only improves your mood,
• Lyrical invasion, the proclamation of skill,
• Words like the rarest denominations of 100 dollar bills,
• Emcees bite the flow pattern,
• While I rock and talk with Manhattan,
• And I'd hold whole flocks of New York,
• Combinations disguised within deep mathematics,
• Advanced, the profane at first glance might call it magic,
• So watch where the shot of the sniper land,
• Surgical with terminology, pen becomes a knife in hand,
• So I raise the feast for peace,
• And for the biters, I say you should at least own it,
• Might catch me in the alley for the finale,
• Clutching the chrome grip,
• Peeps I roll with might mark your soul with the whole clip,
• My rhymes degree makes many retreat,
• So watch the tone and rhythm, I enumerate the complexity of life through a bolder prism,