CHALLENGER'S RAP

• ripped seatbelt and a six piece bag of receipts from a lease i never released cause the stems came back with a peak
• in the midrange, depleted the clean sheen i needed, my seat leaned, sleep deprived and still read three briefs
• needed a stream ready sequence for a teaser, speaker peakin, eatin wings on a green seat
• where i tweaked the preamp, and cleaned each take with a screen protector peelin
• i've been ten feet from defeat and still penciled heat with a teeth grit grin
• didn't sleep, just hit send on a draft with a deep breath pen and a steep debt pending
• read ten emails in a sequence while a beatsmith friend from tennessee sent back feedback from a bistro bench
• my earbuds crusted, bus pass tucked in a Reese’s wrapper from the week before
• deadlines and still kept the tone like a speech, i've breathed relief into feeds
• been deemed elite in threads where memes get edited with dream remixes, street vendors screaming specials
• i write in a sleep state, steeped in grief weight, reread essays, press sessions with preset stress and a key
• chain mic, reset diction with less tension and more frequency, meanwhile, i'm six feet deep, knee deep in latency
• leaned over cracked screens at 3:13 while i knee capped fees from three freelancers who needed me to read between three fees for a feedback package
• recite my speech in a remix patched with deletes and temp takes, pen shakes, two minute stems laced in a template
• i need keys to the session and at least three weeks, repped deep sleep like a theme suite
• ate late at a cafe with a back plate full of plantains and a tray with my last name misspelled
• while i saved a session on my macbook that was taped together with gaffer tape back
• packed through the city with a canvas case full of stickers from a place that i ran late
• to cause the train had delays from a crash, and i still made weight, shaved ten takes, and escaped
• gave flame scores to legends at the apex of their wave phase, i day traded wi-fi for plates
• at a half charged shared space in a glass frame office park in the flat gray shade of a city
• where the tap stayed warm like the air made space for the static, i've wrapped crates in a Chase bag
• backpack saggin, half paid off with a cashapp flash code on a cracked phone case with a passphrase written in black paint
• i fast scanned through a recap with a playback stat that tracked where my shit hit a glass pane
• ceiling and still made waves on a jazz tape played back in a cab where we blazed past eighty
• while the gas gauge barely stayed stable, faced eight placements on a gray slate basement
• gray Vans and some prepaid shit taped to a nameplate, playin in campaigns
• in a train car packed with a stray jazz band playing straight through a glass vase
• ransacked those same chains with a campaign plan that replayed with an insane rate
• spacecraft chair in a bad state, mad drained but the last eight made me have to paint my name
• on the grain of a pathway, fast paced cash game based on a bad faith ad rate, passed a backspace laced with a grad student's last page essay
• execute smoother than Lupe reciting mural, while my shoes grip floors like glue, and i do this
• without a need to prove it to dudes who pursue clicks, or boost views with reviews which are loosely tuned to illusions and youtube news clips
• my usage rate makes usage break, i'm too equipped, nuance of moonlight, proof of a newsprint tip
• move like a unit, cue the producer tag and resume, go through rulesets and never lose breath