CHALLENGER'S RAP

• A sentient pen, Distinctive ink with
• Grip equipped with stick shift, To relinquish pink slips
• Ancient English over wind drifts
• Spin this vintage, Found in the bins with
• A grimy blend mix, And a 90's "Friend's" disc
• At the pawn shop, Where its finely fenced in
• A long walk down the tracks, Just behind the engines
• You can find my mentions, With the Sublime of dead men
• Lookin' down on my head when I rhyme intentions of spirits beyond
• I just hear 'em and calm, Astral projection
• Past assholes who forget when, To protect the planet we on
• You can pray til your knees gone
• But what you say won't relieve those who need you to be strong
• My son needs a father to lean on, See farther than I can
• New horizons, Know when to multiply and When to divide land
• See past the eye-span, So much more off the shores of our island
• I cram knowledge into my jams, Polish my plans
• Leave 'em with a freedom like abolished spy cams
• My man, they lie, sham, scam, Scram, when the truth comes
• Loot, shoot, mis-use guns
• Pollution from the fools tongue, But dad ri-ri-ra-ra-raps
• Dad raps his higher rhythms into fire systems
• So when it all boils down, Thank God I got a cool son, Praises!
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• Why don't you just give it up, For someone else
• Or you just be livin' stuck, Doin' for self
• Why don't you just give it up, For someone else
• Or you just be livin' stuck, Just doin' for self
• Give praises!
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• I can't think of what I did this week, Another album on the way
• Yah, the list complete, Not often that I hit the streets
• But you sayin' I don't hit the beat? Gimme a fuckin' break!
• I'm in the roughest shape, so, Cut the tape, yo
• Enough mistakes
• I'm in the oven, baked, Where the stakes are high degrees
• One swing of the iron these
• Emcees fall flat, oh the irony
• Tryin' to find the steam, Trapped inside my time machine
• Like a vibrant dream
• Cut short by a knife inside ya spleen
• Fell asleep on a point, Just to wake and find your keys
• By mistake, and leave your jeep
• As it just gets creamed
• By a semi on the interstate
• Lost in thought, Almost locked the door for no escape
• Now there's smog and smoke an frogs are croakin'
• Praises to God that your flaws are spoken
• Open the portion to permanent poison to soak in
• And jet the throne, These dogs best left kept at home
• I'll make 'em fetch a bone to the sound of a metronome
• Send it home, Praises are due, so fuck you And that pretentious tone
• May your rocks be thrown
• Held on high, as I exit stoned
• Just walk on by
• I'm often best kept left alone, So I'm in my zone
• Send praises in phrases
• To all that amazes
• Raise it on high
• To the patrons awaitin' some peace for their patience, Praises!