CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I ain’t the one to cross, I crucify with ruthless lines,
• Your crew confined, I move with minds that weaponize the truest rhymes.
• Your truth’s a lie — I scrutinize and euthanize your future pride,
• Noose is tied, you’re loopin' cries while I’m loopin’ loops in music's spine.
• I’m God-level, you’re odd-tempo with off-mettle,
• Talk rebel 'til chalk settles your block’s petals — the plot’s ghetto.
• Thoughts metal — I spark mental with dark echoes,
• Carved several scars in bars, my art’s retro and heart’s petrol.
• You bargain with your bars, I barter breath for arson,
• Harvest heads like Spartans marchin’ — target fed, no pardon.
• You barkin’? I'm Darwin, the smartest when rappers evolve,
• While you collapse in a casket, I’m mastering patterns that baffle them all.
• Yeah, I talk big — but I still miss texts and burn toast,
• Spaced out, lookin’ like I freestyle my whole workflow.
• I trip on nothin’, forget names in the mirror,
• But still drop lines so cold, make the reaper get nearer.
• So go ‘head — clown me, say I’m awkward or weird,
• But y’all tweet tough talk and whisper when I walk near.
• I fumble my keys, but I punch with divine diction,
• Y’all stumble through schemes while I sun ‘em in five dimensions.
• You babble — I battle with talons that rattle the atoms,
• My cadence is acid — I'm damaging fabric, dismantling phantoms.
• You spit like a glitch — I’m encrypted, encrypted,
• Twistin’ the script with a linguist’s precision — gifted and vicious.
• I’m venomous wit’ it, embedded in rhythm, I pivot the sentence and sever your spirit,
• You sensitive critics be beggin’ for credit, I’m debtin’ your ego and deadin’ your image.
• I’m etched in the script like a glitch in the system, encrypted with wisdom and breathin’ the mission,
• You pressin’ for clout while I’m pressin’ the limits, and stressin’ the rest like a test for the gifted.
• I’m lit with the writtens, admit it, I’m different — you mimic and trip on the minimal, pitiful,
• I spit with the syllables, literal missiles, I'm rippin’ through rituals, killin’ the typical.
• You cynical rappers be cappin’ and clickin’, but missin’ the soul that’s essential to hit ‘em,
• I’m surgical, vergin’ on vertical vision, the pen in my grip is a prism of wisdom.
• I laugh at the threats — I’m adaptin’ the steps while you crash in the set like a passive regret,
• I’m stackin’ the checks while you gaspin’ for breath, and I’m blastin’ a hex with immaculate depth.
• Y’all fragile as eggs, I’m a dragon with legs, spittin’ magma and death when I’m crackin’ the edge,
• I’m that in the flesh — what you lack in finesse, I just wrap in a vest and collapse in your chest.