CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I give a shit with no pampers
• Blood stains in the clothes hamper
• Enough rain, don't need it no damper,
• All my cups filled up
• Still stuck in this leaky old camper....,
• Just me, my beats, note sheets an my sampler,
• Stomp down on these hoes
• Yeah, a real heel to tramp trampler,
• Sinical thoughts
• On the edge on the pinnacle - drop!
• Minimal spots left to top, So I finna fall off,
• then a voice called, "Stop!
• I got a plot, Instead of tryin ta climb for the sky,
• Let's build the bottom up!"
• I ain't got a lotta trust,
• but If we gotta go from stall to rush,
• Know that.., no, Alcohol ain't taught us much,
• Except how to rot our guts
• But, Sometimes it showed me to grow these nuts to not give a Solid Fuck
• I'm back if tracks need a polished cut,
• All I trust is my Ink grip
• Distinctive, distinguished,
• relinquish pain, an if delinquents dare
• I extinguish flames,
• your man's on Meth, tryin' ta Bring da Pain,
• but cant complain in simple English, plain,
• such a basic start to my day shift,
• caught on a spaceship, though it's so spacious,
• I'm bouncing off these walls goin' ape shit,
• sick of the same drift, copy an paste it,
• stuck in fuckin' simulation,
• surrounded by imitations, beginners who ain't finished hatin',
• but end it as soon as I start for 'em,
• all about the art Forum, but forgetting' the Art Form,..
• open the hatch an I'm trappin' this Free flow, so high I'm battin' at seagulls
• smoke a batch of spliffs with my Beagle
• now she sniff, point me to where your weed grow,
• over a steep slope, I'm dope on a cheap rope,
• no skis just freesteez to the breeze,
• nothin left but a thread and the speed boat
• these kids aint lethal, complacent,
• always claimin' the greatest in the game an most of the population eat goat
• so retreat slow, back to your Cathedral,
• go be peaceful, less I grab a clip an get this piece full,
• Do you really understand the inner workings?
• on mics flirting like they a sure thing, oh the nerve, hurting
• empty words bring out the dental,
• but they don't know the fundamentals
• or essentials for the list you bump in headphones
• I heave Hoes, Get thrown, way beyond the dead zone,
• but in retro, I'm too old to diss kids, i just cant resist it,
• they act like ghetto misfits but come from meadow districts,
• i get suspicious of white kids who think they Crippin',
• be polite kids, your parents rich an you think you thuggin' it?
• closest you get to it, is blood in shit,
• after a sudden kick to your fuckin rib you stubborn bitch,
• you'd cry from a busted lip, while mother gets the sewing kit,
• wear your bib, you messy kid an watch it with subjective spit like an infected dick,
• if you cant respect the diss go text your miss
• tell her you wont make it for breakfast if, thelifted checked his list.