CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'll leave you mournin’ quick as soon as, my pen proportion shifts
• distortion rips the portal splits cut thru each of his distort clips
• for turning out to be a waste of time, just a chore to flip
• if your one of them guy, it’s who whole sets performance
• seems to be forced attempts
• that guy, too bad beforehand he couldn’t see the crowds
• eyelids lower quicker than lightnin’ strikin’ checkin’ out
• whatcha writin to spit turning out to be like watchin’ boredom drip
• more unfortunately for me cause of it being right before I even perform a bit.
• U the type of dude tryin’ to change shit
• not for U to change with, the type of dude
• that’ll misunderstand so let me tell U again Sid what my purpose is
• U don't gotta act different just because the moneys
• flourishin' I ain't gon act with it I should of toldcha that the form U were in was great enuff
• how U ain't have to go morphin it on the same shit nothin' less nothin more then before Sid.
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• this actual really lyrical assassins pens venomous it bends nemesis' skeletons, resurrects ‘em just to end ‘em again with elegance
• no relevance — Guelph and elsewhere “legends” are pet evidence I’m the elephant in every room
• set precedence I bench excellence lift whole scenes with no strain your whole team can’t lift schemes from my domain
• which splits brains like sixth blades thru Sids cold veins and use pain to stitch frames with bold flame and propane I’m in a mind storm
• designed to slice chords so you don’t wanna have a rhyme war with this divine force Sid/know this I’m the reason your dream state screams in the night air stress in your chest
• wake up with streaks of white hair fight fair I bite bare wires and ignite flares type to spit code in Morse while I morph thru your nightmares Guelph ain’t safe
• I reshape what the standard is savage with manuscript patterns that vanish challengers ravagin' amateurs
• damage they fans and managers lyrical Lazarus risen to fracture calendars this ain't rap it’s Ragnarok, rainin’ a wrath storm brain of a black orb contained in a trap door chainin’ my craft ‘til the plane of the pasts torn every bars a bomb dropped straight through a trap floor
• So never again bro do not start a rhyme war with this divine force I’m in a grind sport swingin’ with spine torque type to split Sid’s life short with minimal side scorch leave his pride torn twitchin’ on tiled floors being built like a cyborg spittin’ with iron cores
• which rips thru a live chord wired with high volts stick to your guide source or drift into blind forks get your mind warped twisted like time warps I’m the crime lord writin’ with five swords
• each a fine form of a militant rhyme war sick with a sly snort grinnin’ thru mind gore I’ll kill 'em in line form vivid as crime lore don’t need a signboard to tell what I’m destined for every design forged glistens with pressure force blessed in the ninth form stretchin’ the metaverse raps in a tight swarm deadly and never forced
• unlike yours I’m the frost in your breath when you step in my mental's maelstrom, barbaric with bars buried in scars where the hail comes, dare try to spar? I carve every shard till your pale runs, hells lungs, spittin’ sickness in scripts ‘til Braille’s numb.
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• Guelph’s where I dwell, but I melt what you felt in seconds, shells eject when I belt through your shelter’s well-protected, weld intellect to a pen that's compelled to spell a message,
• U held respect? I'm the death that your elders never mentioned, I was forged in the grimiest furnace of fiery curses, designin’ these verses to blind entire churches,
• mind like a serpent that strikes while it’s writin’ in cursive, define what perfect is my lines twist time on purpose U rhyme with nerves twitchin’, I snipe from third vision, divide your herds rhythm and ride through burned systems,
• I’m the knife in your spine that ignites when words glisten, frighten your pride till your life turns ice, no nerves twitchin’