CHALLENGER'S RAP

• While most compare, I ghost ‘em bare — they toast in pairs of broken chairs
• No one dared to approach the flare, I spoke with glare and broke the heir of every throne they own
• I’m war in bone, I wrote in tears then I spit a solar flare through a frozen prayer
• then blow the air out ya dome — like you tried to clone a throne with no despair, foldin' squares
• I hold affairs with coded lairs in open snares, go ahead.. hope I care
• but I'm known to tear through smoke & glare, loaded stare, my quotes impair flows of rare emotions there
• they said I’m high? Nah, I’m upper-dimensional with clenched fists
• made of sequels that turned "fallen angel" into a genre for my equals after I wrote bars so sharp
• the echo killed a hundred people with rhymes clearer than their Jesus in the steeple, as Gods watched me
• scribe and asked, “who made this rebel?” I smiled then replied: the glitch in every angels level
• that wrote with stress and stainless metal which broke through
• every cage they settled then returned with wordplay laced in plague and sacred treble
• I collapse ‘em in a pattern like religion in a chasm, split a vision
• with a prism, then deliver it in sarcasm like any tryna rival and match me gets disfigured in the atoms
• I'm more than ten steps ahead of your temple, dismembering methods with emphasis
• I'm thinking 8 more than 92, every letters a hex I'll press pen to dispense the deadliest blemishes
• making U tremble in premises as I mentally pummel with penmanship
• fuck a friendly battle, I'll sever that sentiment with seven-inch sentences
• My weapons a message that etches regret in the edge of your head
• so the second you choose to breathe, I’m stretchin’ the lead
• I don't just bring the smoke, I live inside combustion where percussion is discussion for the suffering of function
• No sunlit path — just the ash from collapsed faith due to U gasped late and deaths a mixtape you can’t unplay
• I don't battle to win — I battle to haunt, that's why when you sleep, my rhyme schemes breathe in each dream you want.
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• scratch that.. whack rap.... / I'd rather split your clone in dimensions I’ve written poems
• and make each quote a prism stone that splits your brittle dome also charred metaphors
• that spark like a martyr’s scorn to dismantle your image like a pastor who guards porn
• I light flames on their stage — now the hate been born, it's their fault because they tried to blackball a legend
• now the blade get drawn, I’m cuttin’ through fools like I trained with Spawn
• the flips quick—full-on drama queen, dismissin’ bars like “immature,”
• sayin’ it’s obscene... Bitch, my diss started light, a joke off the dome,
• Then I thought, why not go hard, crack his fragile home?
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• Especially since it’s rare I get angles so precise,
• Exposin’ his façade, slice by slice.
• If he tries to claim the right to define meaning’s essence,
• While bender-stealin’, flexin’ bars with false pretense,
• Every vibe-checker’s gonna see through the mask—
• Then I’ll drain his pockets, leave his wallet gashed.
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• Just as easy as dumping buckets
• of cold water on a flame he couldn’t pluck it