CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I spit more wraps than field medics with biomechatronic prosthetics,
• Neural-net aesthetics, augmented paramedic genetics.
• I wield a plasma machete with a carbon-fiber grip,
• Slice molecules in the mist, photons scatter and rip.
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• I used to spar with my celly in confined dimensions of time,
• Now I spar with parallel versions of self in design.
• Your mission incomplete like faulty Martian expeditions,
• Before you launch into space, compute orbital conditions.
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• I stalk without beans, quantum optics in my retina,
• Malcolm by any means, lexicons sharper than Excalibur.
• My bars refract light like prisms splitting extremes,
• From REM states to lucid streams, I rupture your dreams.
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• Gamma radiation surge, epidermis turns viridian,
• Burn trees like Prometheus, sip elixirs obsidian.
• Preachers peddle fraudulence, facades too pristine,
• Olsteen prophecies crumble inside the machine.
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• My goddess radiates chaos, but her aura’s magnetic,
• She translates Fibonacci codes into dialect phonetic.
• Met her Thursday at a cipher where the math was kinetic,
• Jordan sandals grounded my stance, algorithms prophetic.
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• Emmanuel’s fortress guarded by cybernetic spaniels,
• I sip Daniels and channel Captain Jack through manuals.
• Arrows pierce marrow, my cartilage sings carols,
• When I rhyme, physics cancel, black holes collapse panels.
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• I open fire on sirens when detectives arrive,
• Bodies multiply in the void where the shadows survive.
• Driving corpses through wormholes, passengers revive,
• Quantum homicide televised on dimensions deprived.
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• I despise clones and drones plagiarizin’ my lines,
• You couldn’t wrap time if Einstein gave you the signs.
• Twelve levels of hell mapped as fractal equations,
• Each step a revelation, infernal permutations.
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• At the bottom of the well, resonance never settles,
• Ink circulates eternal like electromagnet metals.
• The pen is a reactor core that scientists can’t quell,
• Heat transmuted to verse, I terraform in the spell.
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• Yo Kill yourself or come and ask trill for help
• I will happily come and direct a snuff film of your death
• Zoom in so I can catch close up of your last breath
• I’m the final boss bitch the final Turin test
• The final nail in your coffin if you don’t come correct
• Bullets connect like four I’m playing chess on hells floor
• Now Tell me How much torture can you endure
• When it’s battle time even trump couldn’t end this war
• I’ll only defend the poor, the rest can’t make it to shore
• My gun is so BIG that it used to work for Diddy
• Had to get carried by committee and was banned in the city
• Never show a man pity even if that man is pitiful
• Killing has become a chore or maybe a ritual
• Ether the chemical leave everyone miserable
• No depression in my spiritual, aggression in the physical
• Incels be needing some pussy so they act political
• The god king’s writing can be classified as a miracle
• Unbelievable the murder weapons unretrievable
• I’m undeceivable gun always under the seat fool
• I’ll take a seat on a throne place inside your mother’s home
• Smoking a blunt while on the phone holding chrome
• You jumped into this battle now you can’t hold your own
• I got drones and bombs wired to your mobile phones
• Juggernaut when I crash out into your mobile home
• Nothing will be left inside but charred and broken bones
• Just Like the Saints stadium I’ll open your dome
• At the top of the mountain I’m fighting to stay all alone
• In a glass house but I’m still throwing stones
• Pyrex Making crack and selling fentanyl
• Sitting in the car backed in waiting on a sell to call
• I sales it all, from pills all the way to alcohol
• I got two dimes on my lap drunk off of moonshine
• I choose crime over having to punch out for lunch time
• I’m from Florida so you know that It’s a must to shine
• From dawn to dusk I must grind like Musk
• Pen turning peons to dust my bitch looks like Aeon Flux
• It’s easy to shoot blind when only firing at ducks
• You don’t even really have BARS like it’s prohibition
• Mine are speakeasy’s underground local tradition
• I never been UNDER anything but suspicion
• Of being a hitmen but it wasn’t fiction
• And Like a poor kid on Christmas you aren’t gifted
• Another soul lifted another verse that shows that I’m prolific