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Write a short letter to yourself describing your state of mind as a self being. Just write what you would say to yourself.
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- This letter I address to myself when I write,
- Got me fresh than a wrist, like my name be to last by copping play Wright's
- You clock in get paid by the hour ahead of the capitate both hands
- For a savings and I'll knock out your daylights
- If polygamys right, then there's no perfect wife,
- Just a couple notes to pair, w this apple prescribed like a doctor
- I cure what you feel about Not having a purified life
- I'm not God, but I know what you're thinking
- Still as you I got the same thought,
- My sprit warns my soul ; "Don't defy what's the truth just rely on the Lord
- And his will so we link in, I be still, contradicting myself like I'm chained up w knots
- I know that the clock has to stop by the day that I rot,
- Untill the I'll just craft like a builder, these place are penned by acing poetry ,
- but first Rufi, A.P, has made Me Mr.Wright
- Like a vest in a crib, I got heart for a lot
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Dear Twisted, the one who thinks he's so gifted, but you got it twisted
- You just fibbin', to think you were really somethin' musta been a privilege
- It really is twisted, to think you so good, get back in the kitchen, you ain' no hood
- To think you'd be the next Eminem, oh come on, tell me, who you kiddin'?
- Just lettin' words get under your skin, but tell me somethin', when have you thrown fists?
- To be a lyricist, is a rap terrorist, on the top tier list, it states "fear Twisted"
- Like a wedding cake, I've got many layers, 'bout to melt a bit, 'n become Simon Faires
- Weight loss might've been a scare, but how can you rap like you've really been there?
- The most you've done, is study the great ones, tryna be like them, so you try to fake it
- A bottle of Jack in my lap, it's a trap to alcoholism, I've become the victim of my own twisted system
- Spew out wisdom but can't follow it, like a body hollow, now vomitin'
- An "8 Mile" wannabe, I'll never be a great one, ain't no 'Pac or Biggie
- Ain't gonna solve the murders the cops took part in, makes you wonder aloud 'n start questionin'
- Hear about them Boy Bands 'n just wanna destroy them, my victims, I toy them
- That's when I get joy then, a few easy wins 'n you think you all it
- What really are you? Another puppet? Thinkin' you psycho but ain't amount to nothin'?
- Face the facts, that's the real-life hacks, the only way to get back, now get back 'fore I snap
- String words together 'n rhyme a few, get dozens of followers but ain't follow the new
- Mumble Rap, is that I can't do, where's the meaning to that?, Just some girls 'n some booze
- I'm 'bout to "Twist" like 'lilbrokenboy', go off a lift like a Trojan boy
- Drop from the horse for war, annoyed, ain't gonna like, war ain't never been a joy
- When're you gonna man up 'n tell 'em the truth? Tell him you died from domestic disputes
- How can I die again? I'm already dead, just wasted with the rest, get wasted 'n pretend
- Glorify it all with a spas of a pen, remember that choice, 'cause that's your last action
- "R.I.P. Twisted", that's what your grave said, rest in peace, good riddance, you finally dead