CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Verse 1]
• Yeah, step in the ring, this the lyrical court,
• I’m judge, jury, and flame, watch your verses get torched.
• I ain’t aiming at names, I’m declaring a war,
• Whoever wanna claim the throne, better settle the score.
• I’m built from the shadows where the weak won’t last,
• Turn words into weapons, every bar got blast.
• Y’all spitting bubblegum, I’m forged in storms,
• When I rap, clouds split — that’s divine reform.
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• My pen bleed truth, my mic crack walls,
• Y’all chase hollow crowns, I chase eternal calls.
• I’m not from the block, I’m from mental ascent,
• You chasing false acclaim, I’m building monuments.
• This is chess, not checkers, I plan my rhyme,
• Every syllable syncs like a bomb in time.
• Step close if you dare, but don’t slip your tongue,
• I leave silence so heavy it collapse your lungs.
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• Hook
• Open season — who next to fall?
• I’m the spark, the storm, the writer of brawls.
• You talk loud online, but your bars don’t bite,
• This round’s for the brave — come claim your fight.
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• Verse 2
• I don’t chase beef, I grill it slow,
• Serve truth in plates while my cadence flow.
• Y’all mimic flows like parrots in cages,
• I bend reality, rewrite your pages.
• Don’t talk about chains, I broke mine twice,
• Walked barefoot through hell just to sharpen my mic.
• I’m ambition with scars, I’m the calm in war,
• If you think you a king, better guard that floor.
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• I drop gems, not gossip, I’m scripture in rhyme,
• Every bar I spit echo past through time.
• My hunger infinite, no sleep, no pause,
• I turn dreams to blades and slice through flaws.
• I’m Revan reborn — split mind, one soul,
• Dark and light in my chest, both under control.
• When I step in the booth, the Force align,
• My voice cut galaxies, my verse divine.
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• So who want smoke? I light up skies,
• Your verse look weak when truth collide.
• I’m the verse-born storm, I don’t beg for crowns,
• I build my throne from the lost and found.
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• Hook
• Open season — who next to fall?
• I’m the spark, the storm, the writer of brawls.
• You talk loud online, but your bars don’t bite,
• This round’s for the brave — come claim your fight.
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• Bridge
• No names needed, the stage is lit,
• Bring your best verse, make sure it hit.
• I don’t fear no pen, no rapper alive,
• I rise through smoke, I was born to strive.
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• Outro
• This the first chapter — the gauntlet thrown,
• Whoever step next, better come full-grown.
• Round 2 awaits, when the brave reply,
• So who’s next up to test my sky? 🌌
• Challenge open.
• Let’s see who dares to rhyme and die. 🎤💀