CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Witness these bars of mathematics of Brooklyn's finest,
• Puttin up a war of tactics n' classics, shookin n' grimest,
• Nigga's biased towards my tyrant lyrics of crookin' widest,
• But I'll show you how a real MC spits hookin riots,
• I'll physically take your soul and smash it in diabolical bits,
• Smash it into a whole of holes, cause I got logical rips,
• That slit stages up in moles of pieces, I'm Jesus,
• Lyrical ooze pop off my mouth like a semen droopin off penis,
• And check it, I wreck it. They don't call me Krust for no reasons,
• I'll massacre your mentality into Dusts n' pieces,
• By the stream of lyrics that's simila' to a intellect junks of thesis,
• Don't neglect my superiority of intelligence rockin',
• I may look like a #strange #nigga that #can't #rap #deep #logic,
• But leave jaws open when I #spit #wise, #call #me #Steve #Hawkings,
• I'm the Osiris of battle stages, ressurect n' cockin,
• Throats. Leavin their pupils surprised by my wonders of shockin