CHALLENGER'S RAP

• // title: The Tribute //
• // verse //
• back up again for a tenth of a second, think i could bend every record
• blink and i’m pressin’ the presence, step any peasant, sendin’ the tens for the legend
• i met with my brethren in heaven, presently reverent of the moment i rep
• spending my time in lesson 'bout our parent by the reverend (or the rap legend) making it evident
• lu, i'm stupidly losing my mind, how do you do your tribute to doom?
• hawes, my jaws dropped, i'm lost in your rhyme schemes, i've much cause for applause
• pause, because your daw's in austin, lock-jaw - i got an urge to change directions to
• an insignificant speck i have an urge to mention and give attention to
• huh, feeling like eminem or gen, 'cause i'm dispensing sentences in session
• this section attempts to attest aggression, confession; i'm a mexican
• with too much estrogen, yet my mindset is to be genuine, aim for perfection
• paint perceptions positive yet provocative, honest in intercession
• check it, this next bit's electric, unless you intend to have kept specimen
• you envision yourself as menacing, from a place where people flexing remingtons
• retain claiming you on some chakra, repeat your mantra, go think it sounds delightful
• but you on all this like teal swan, like spiritual ted talks recycled
• he be sounding like a psycho, talking 'bout hoes on his stick
• please, pick if you gon' be a gigolo or saint with a piccolo dick
• when cardi b be spitting things like "now that's a wet ass pussy "
• you'd be keen to freestyle, next bar you'd drop? "imma eat that like a cookie "
• bum boy tried to fake depth and threats yet he's just a kid afflicted with tourette's
• ticcing the hot gangsta stanza, dropping idols like the mike you thought you depressed
• i express discontent, detest your verse 'cause your wits and wisdom left long ago
• like that christened schism, my lyricism keeps winning 'till we don't know you, hah