CHALLENGER'S RAP

• (Intro)
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• Yo, step into the ring, it’s a lyrical massacre,
• Your rhymes are so weak, they collapse like a chassis, bruh.
• I’m spittin’ infernos, you’re stuck in the tundra,
• My bars build empires, yours crumble and blunder.
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• (Verse 1)
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• Your flow’s a disaster, a comical tragedy,
• I’m dodgin’ your jabs like a ninja’s agility.
• You’re rappin’ in circles, a lyrical merry-go,
• My lines cut deep like a samurai cherry blow.
• You claim you’re a king? Yo, your crown’s made of plastic,
• My verses hit harder than meteors, cataclysmic.
• Your crew’s playin’ possum, they duck when I’m rhymin’,
• I’m timin’ my punches like Tyson in ‘89, man.
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• (Hook)
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• (Ay!) Dominate the stage, I’m the mic’s terminator,
• Your bars are outdated, stuck in an incubator.
• I’m craftin’ a legacy, you’re a spectator,
• But this battle is my canvas, an I’m paintin’ it greater.
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• (Verse 2)
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• Your metaphors limp, like a sprain in the ankle,
• I’m forgin’ my legacy, yours is a tangle.
• You’re fishin’ for clout, but your bait’s lookin’ feeble,
• My rhymes stack cathedrals, yours pray in a steeple.
• I’m surgical, slicin’ your ego to ribbons,
• Your confidence wobbles like kids on a zip line.
• You’re mumblin’ nonsense, your cadence is stumblin’,
• My flow’s acrobatic, I’m flippin’ and tumblin’.
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• (Bridge)
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• (Hold up!) Why you still rappin’? Your bars are expired,
• Your dreams of the throne? Yo, they’re thoroughly mired.
• I’m launchin’ a rocket, you’re stuck to a wire,
• This clash is my sermon, I’m preachin’ with fire.
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• (Verse 3)
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• You’re soft like a pillow, your threats are a fable,
• I’m droppin’ these bombs like a drone on a naval.
• Your style’s prehistoric, a fossilized relic,
• My cadence is cosmic, I’m spittin’ angelic.
• I’m paintin’ Van Goghs while you’re scribblin the doodles,
• My rhymes are a banquet, yours are instant noodles.
• You’re beggin’ for mercy? Too late for redemption,
• This battle’s my court, and I’m servin’ the sentence.
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• (Outro)
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• (Damn!) I’m the architect, buildin’ a dynasty,
• Your rhymes are a whisper, and I’m roarin’ defiantly.
• To step off the mic, ‘cause your era’s concluded,
• I’m crowned as the champ, and your legacy’s muted