CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You ain’t a shadow, Acognito — you just dim in the light,
• Talkin’ heat but your rhymes barely simmer on mics.
• You mimic greats like a clone with a glitch in its core,
• Tryin’ to open doors, but I ripped off the hinges before.
• You rap in riddles thinkin’ mystery’s a flex —
• But your bars so soft, they couldn’t bench-press a text.
• Actin’ woke with your “vision,” but sleep in your verse,
• I spit facts — every line you drop makes the beat rehearse.
• You ain’t cryptic, you’re basic — your name’s a disguise,
• But I see through the act like the whites of your eyes.
• You’re a whisper in the cypher, a pause in the sound,
• While I’m a seismic quake, I shake battlegrounds.
• Your schemes are see-through, structure’s all foldin’,
• You built your whole rep on a deck I’m holdin’.
• Acognito? Nah, you’re just a cognitive mess,
• I’ll rewrite your bio with a sharpie across your chest.
• You surf on wordplay but wipe out on depth,
• I shoot concepts — you barely got breath.
• Try to step? I’ll leave your soul in suspense,
• You’re the rap game’s typo — I correct with offense.
• So next time you spit, better tighten that pen,
• Or I’ll ghostwrite your career and not do it again.
• No smoke, just ash — I already won this show,
• Now crawl back to obscurity where Acognito goes.