CHALLENGER'S RAP

• This aint a competition my rhymes will blind you in a minute
• I didn't come for bitchin-comfort victims? Who you kiddin
• Yous is trippin this fight a waste of time my flames got him grillin
• Lose the bitch shit, to the tip with, ya lines mines too bright for vision
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• Better watch where you step pussy fore i stomp on ya chest, bully
• Fore ya run out of breath fully then I cotch on ya neck rookie
• You're crossing thoughts with best my sword tore-bore thru attempts
• I ain't talking the chess but he aims to form little checks,
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• Investin the money i'm betting I get it out
• Ya legacy coming, bet, i'm setting the double down
• Ya destiny dummy get left in the dust, please
• The best in the running, im getting another crown
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• For i know ya flow ain't shit, I'll make ya quit it ain't hard
• Fore ya lean-trip into a rope ya sit hopin to slip my bars
• Rewrote ya lines cus I'm sick, I mean intelligently-mentally ill
• He brought to life what they said will never be remedied, still
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• A shame, so coflicted its horrible, ya talking guys and hiding all of em
• It is plausible, ya feeling locked inside the closet but— ya straight? shit..
• It was rhetorical, it is psychological ya self hating, self depreciation
• Ashamed to talk it so ya boarding up that degraded side of ya consciousness, relatin?
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• Sense that I'm making, death you are facing
• Best I am slaying shave with precision
• Lesson on extortion just making a living
• Sent yodas force with a saber incision
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• Testing the torque on the whisk for the whippin
• Blessing the taught with a dish within minutes
• Chef with the fork-sauce leaving these speachless
• Testing the horses walk got ya bitch in her breeches
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• You rap like, ya having, a fuckin, annorism
• Ya breaking up, theres gaps, in ya rap, rhythm
• Like lag spikes the gaps is a trap and you're in it, dead
• Flight for your life ya splatting matter on tha pin, heads
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• I shake it up in a bag and i scratch out bad sounds stacking ya bad lyrics
• Arrange the sum in a track and I pat down, the path now straddling the last spillin
• Paving my way up the valley exactly where I carried out the last killin
• They stay in their lane, the last victim sharing my bag camping out with his trapped spirit