CHALLENGER'S RAP

• My visions are vivid, my verses perverted,
• Beats get deserted, every syllable murdered…
• Your style’s outdated, my script’s unheard of…
• Thinking about eating a burger.
• It’s feeding season, MCs get depleted,
• Your energy’s weak, your talent deleted,
• Begging for features, but never completed…
• While still thinking ‘bout a burger.
• I’m a seasoned emcee, precision’s my weapon,
• Lessons I’m teaching, they heed my direction,
• I bend all the norms, unconventional blessings…
• Fantasizing about a burger.
• Normal is poison, I carve my own lane,
• I fracture tradition, I rupture the chains,
• Your rhymes in comparison sound so mundane…
• Fiending for a burger.
• Go against me? That’s lyrical suicide,
• You gamble with death when you step to my side,
• You scribble with pencils, I etch with a scythe…
• Thinking about eating a burger.
• You mirror the crowd, but I move on my own,
• Each word that I drop is engraved into stone,
• I stand on the mountain, you stuck in your phone…
• Fantasizing about a burger.
• They follow the trends, but I fracture the lines,
• I scribble in angles that bend out of time,
• Impossible patterns are all that I rhyme…
• Fiending for a burger.
• Your cadence is shaky, your spirit is brittle,
• Your punchlines are basic, your rhymes in the middle,
• I sharpen my sword while you’re playing the fiddle…
• Thinking about eating a burger.
• I’m the glitch in the system, I’m hacking the code,
• My energy heavy, it’s ready to load,
• I’ll break down your verse like a bomb that explodes…
• Fantasizing about a burger.
• Your hunger is fake, but my appetite real,
• Your verses collapse while my rhythm can kill,
• I’m destined to rise while you spin on the wheel…
• Fiending for a burger.