CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I grip slick, quick wit, split clips, shift physics,
• My script’s thick—encrypted in cryptic linguistics,
• I flip this, split wigs, the mystic of sick twists,
• Dismiss kids in the mist, no bliss—just dissed fists.
• I’m stackin’ syllables like Richter scales crackin’ the core,
• You pitchin’ pennies to fate while I’m bendin’ dimensions of war,
• You flicker, I’m flickin’ flames—ain’t no trick of the wrist,
• I’m lifted with gifted scripts, eclipse what you missed.
• A blip in the system, a glitch on the grid,
• I’m the algorithm infinite, equations you can’t rig,
• Your vision is diminished, I’m risen beyond division,
• Every line a premonition—precision, nuclear fission.
• I’m the king with a pen, no trinket defines me,
• I grind free, align speeds—design speech to blind seas,
• I climb steep, rhyme deep, release heat with a breach,
• Each feat is elite, I speak with a peak only gods reach.
• You’re sheep in a fleet, I breach deep in the beast,
• Every speech I unleash leaves your peace in decease,
• I feast on your grief, then bleed beats into feasts,
• Infinite riddles I weave that your limits can’t reach.
• Twistin’ visions like physicists with militant prisms,
• Spittin’ with conviction, friction rippin’ your rhythm,
• You pitchin’ brittle riddles, I’m splittin’ scripts with incision,
• Liftin’ limits, infinite diction, a prism of wisdom.
• Your existence glitchin’, I shift it with surgical diction,
• You timid, I’m vicious, position diminished—submission,
• I’m meticulous, limitless, venom drips in the sentences,
• Defenseless apprentices get pressed into remnants.
• Stuck in the past, I’m castin’ fate in a blast,
• You crash fast like ash in the aftermath,
• I flex intellect, inject death with finesse,
• While you stress in the wreck, I progress with no rest.