CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You talking nonsense about UFO flaps on tracks,
• I drop moms like bombs, strong with songs and make you call paps,
• Just for second comeback, I bended time and reckon you stump facts,
• Land combs in words, tear homes, bones, domes and loans,
• Brighter than search lights,
• Through schemes thats financial, fiduciary blown on dogs,
• No drugs, but my duet blow straps with blowback,
• For every rhyme and line,I lend every dime in sight,
• And charge up 300 percent interest on decks with Tecs,
• Im on they mind and kind, Flat gats and raps with fast facts to blast back,
• To the second BC, Time beckons and repeats,
• Fat rhymes for cats minds, you fantasise to blast nines,
• I trap minds in past rhymes and lay vast,
• Geeks, Freaks, Peeps, and the weak, tricks with cliques but never cheap,
• I feign knowledge dropped from those that the clever seek,
• No killer, but I step, seek beef, keep brief and wreak,
• Havoc that rock like hammocks when the rhyme drops,
• Government mind control, HAARP,
• Green tents for dreams lent to a people in Exodus,
• Fleeing from the Jews through no fault of my own,
• situation was reversed back in 45, now Im seeking chrome,
• Microphones blast these tones and leave domes torn,
• You on the first floor, Im mostly high,
• I take more than a full plate, I report the news,
• For real crews,
• For those who seek to normalise psychopathy,
• My "wicked clan" only sought to bring light to the hidden hand,
• With my quick feet, I make tricks weep,
• Stick seeds in soils, to appease lame dames,
• We only care about the environment we forced to,
• I passed lifes exams, with chicks or no fans,
• And rip these flows faster than gunners on bunkers,
• And rip shots which means you get got and your Hummers asunder,
• Cooks, troops, boots and goofs could seek the loot and proof,
• I "play ball" but don't jump through hoops,
• Any "swiss bank" I run leaves more holes than swiss cheese,
• Lest they forget, I got torment in moments that cost more than corvettes,
• My rhymes real and organic,
• Makes the court panic like I burst static,
• Only "spirits" you found were in a cursed attic,
• I pack glocks for whack flocks and crack spots,
• Clock bots where my flock dont stop,
• I take out regimes and the masses like Pol Pot,
• A despot, undoubtedly Im learning from the best God,
• Dope or coke for folk, I make your worst croak,
• I have your man wet before he makes the first stroke,
• My mentality made the evil rich, left the poor broke,
• Fast, I blast these and make you contemplate your evil over the past deeds,
• Remember the times, when we traded bags of coke for half a loaf,
• And left death with hope to croak, choke over a tight rope,