CHALLENGER'S RAP

• came back snapping like Thanos when half the planet vanished and Banner ran shit in a gamma lab
• adapt to it like a patch on a jacket pinned to a crash test mannequin, expand like an archivist handin back maps to Atlantis
• i’m stackin this like an avalanche, and a past tense flashback to a blast from a plasma cannon
• last name flashing in black on a half page ad in a cracked cafe napkin, had a camp in a sand patch in nazareth
• and handed me the last draft annotated, i stand where the traction is, my rap’s been tracked, i draft and blast like I’m Stafford with the rams again
• span axes with the sample racks or a fashion intern with the tags intact and the hands to patch the mannequins
• i’ve been tapped for half the tracks that you fan from a trap page, can’t stand straight after the playback slaps your diaphragm
• and collapses half your abdomen, i’ve had plaques shipped wrapped in an amazon package that landed late
• still hand signed from the admin staff at the backend plant with a hand drawn thank you banner
• had sandwich wraps in a back booth, handin’ me wax from the last batch, i’m hazardous, accurate
• a scanner's brain, scan landscapes and collapse delay like I’m madlib tappin’ breaks in a lab in a flat with a snack tray
• i’m past panic, like a sat map branded and a gal with a trap pad packed with a jazz band blastin
• crashin in like I backed a Benz into an aspen fence in a fast lane panicked, then laughed it off
• and ran it back for a brand campaign with Anthony Fantano as the brand ambassador
• and a jazz stack in a backpack, i’ve had chats at Snap where they gas my name, ran past average and tagged up that
• with a cap and a standing clap, i brandish facts while they backtrack and half react like a fanbase that’s
• mad that the band ain’t back, but I can’t placate with that, navigatin’ like a plate through a back alley shack with a cam attached
• steadily checkin the settings on everything sent to me, rented Airbnb next to a speedway
• where the tenant left celery in the blender and a seven piece speaker set labeled emergency
• while i tested the preamp energy, don’t need to pretend to be the pedigree when i’m already embedded in everything
• separately pitched me identity edits in templates, and i still kept recepits like a petty mc with a spreadsheet of deadbeats
• meddle with enemies, level up steadily while they wrestle with jealousy, mentally bent on whatever piece
• gets them mentions on threads, leveled with senators, credited medically by the messengers
• eleven competitors then fed up with every fake ted-a-verse trend I see, a set went through the vents
• competitors desperately begging for empathy, sent with a sense of dependency, said “respectfully”
• then I gently delete and get back to the centerpiece, mentioned my tone wasn’t for a sponsored post with a dental piece
• next to a centipede keychain engraved with the letter pressed heavily with obscene weaponry
• i’ve seen jealousy with a sense of neccessity, prepped with delivery, tested in empathy
• lectured by entities that eventually begged me to center the tempo and lessen the edge of the messaging
• i’m years ahead of these pests though, stretchin the sense of a sentence just to pretend to be clever
• settings where seven degrees of memory separate sentiment from supremacy, and I still rep steadily
• pen prepped with a sense of telepathy, i move like a mentally freed entity checking the recipe line by line
• next to a mezzanine, i’ve seen every key, less than effective attempt to pretend they connect to me