CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You ain’t a threat, just a poem I ain’t finished yet
• Your whole catalog read like a spirit in debt
• Writin’ rhymes on receipts, still can’t cash respect
• Your pen got motion, but it’s missin’ depth
• See, I been through real wars—grief with a beat loop
• You still tryna trend, postin’ pain for retweets, dude
• Your image say prophet, your bars say parrot
• You mimic the Gods, but your prayers embarrassed
• I walk with ancestors who whisper in prose
• You flexin’ for shows—I’m chiselin’ odes
• Tryna sun me? Better fix that orbit
• I came with flame drawn from thoughts you can’t sort with
• A failure your mother pushed out, should've got an abortion
• No weight in your words, just syllables rehearsed
• You chase applause, I craft silence into sermons
• While you market your pain, I just live through the burden
• Your pen got flash, but no spine in the sentence
• You rhyme for approval, I write with repentance
• My lines ain't for fame, they for healing the lineage
• Yours? All filler, like a pastor with no witness
• We ain’t brothers, don’t group me in your tier
• I bled through the margins just to show em' you rap out of fear
• Your lines perform okay, but I confide in the beat
• You speak for applause and thats the difference, I speak what I grieve
• God by my side and through the lines, that's the man that you need
• After this.