CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Lord, please bless my castle of sand
• Waiting on a battle, sword handle all in my hand
• The war forces more toward my door with demands
• More important than the fortune that you poured in my pan
• From freestyling to recording advance
• Can you please reinforce all my borders and bands?
• I should've put it towards some plans
• Want a forest, gotta water some plants,
• Normally, ignoring the branch
• Is par for the course, but when you hold a culture, you can't
• Can't parkour over a part
• You gotta march forth over your art and for your fans
• When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance
• Lessen your tales, really shelled, don't orbit or dance
• You hear the bell then report to the band,
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• Lord, please bless my mansions of cards
• If ever challenged, let us camp in the car
• Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park
• A planet made of uninhabited parts
• Being anonymous don't grant you some dark
• Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars
• Satellites attract where you are
• And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks
• Fireworks are not a match for a star
• And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars
• Can still emerge learned, attractive, and sharp
• From out the ashes of galactic barrage,
• It gets savage where they traffic mirage
• It ain't no magic, they in back of it, secret hatches and frauds
• You gotta take it back to the start
• You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart,
• We've been talented, all along
• We think we're fortresses, made of stone
• But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone
• Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
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• Lord, please bless my palace of bones
• My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone
• Give the receiver back to Tyrone
• We made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home
• Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone
• With a back full of daggers I've thrown
• I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone
• Don't tamper with or sample my songs unless you strong
• Bicep emojis in the group chat
• Five sets of burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black
• I'm going through it, got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack
• I have a lot of habits that produced that
• They gon' put they tag on it, my condolences to the fast moments
• Hope the solar system assist my slower mission and put some lag on it
• Window to my soul, peering inside
• The crib where my spirit resides, lyrics or die