CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Yo —
• I ain't from Earth, I'm a glitch in the script,
• Wrote bars so hard they could fuck up a blip.
• I don't talk peace — I just rip and dip,
• Put pain in a verse 'til your circuits trip.Bitch, I walk through fire in a crown of smoke,
• Every bar I drop is a goddamn joke —
• To the laws of space, I bend that shit,
• Split stars in half when I flex my spit.
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• Fuck gravity — I levitate rage,
• Put black holes in a spiral cage.
• I don't write raps, I write war in a page,
• And I burn whole worlds with a quantum blaze.
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• Sick in the head, but the flow's divine,
• I chew through gods in a single line.
• Every verse I spit is a death design,
• And I don’t give a fuck if it’s not your time.
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• Wrote this shit in a dream with death,
• Told me, "Keep going 'til there’s no one left."
• I said, "Bet," and I snapped the rest,
• Left hell on read and I passed the test.I’m the beast they can’t define,
• Bar so cold it’ll snap your spine.
• I don't bow, don't kiss no sign,
• I fuck up fate just to kill some time.
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• Every rhyme’s like a landmine trip,
• Syllables hit like a full clip spit.
• I ain’t from Earth — I was born in the pit,
• Where the devils get scared ‘cause I talk my shit.Yeah —
• Fuck peace, I came for the throne,
• Came for the void where the true ones roam.
• Came for the pain, for the blood, for the tone,
• For the ones with scars carved deep in bone.
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• I piss on crowns and I torch their flags,
• Walk through storms with a toe-tag swag.
• You pray to gods? I’ve already dragged
• Half of 'em down — now they ghost in lag.
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• I’m not just sick, I’m a virus, bitch,
• I glitch your brain when I rhyme like this.
• No weak lines, no pop-ass hits,
• Just soul, just war, just nihilist bliss.I’m the storm they warned you ‘bout,
• Name so loud it’ll snatch your clout.
• I don’t want peace — I want every doubt,
• To scream my name when the lights go out.
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• No rules. No gods. No kings. Just bars.
• No fear. No pause. Just venom in scars.
• One verse in and I shatter your stars —
• This ain’t a rap… it’s a motherfucking war from Mars.
• You ain’t heard nothin' like this before,
• 'Cause no one survived to record the score.
• One verse in and the sky turned sore,
• I don’t rap for the charts — I rap for the core
• you think you the king but I steal all them girls cuz
• I am the god they want me not you I will make sure to bury you
• 100feet down alive and eat you like a feast able
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• I'm out