CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Magic surround my past / Raggedy haggard-old white American scout or ambassador staff
• Guidin’ you out on my hazardous mound of madness / How does it sound in the crowd of fans when you're found by cameras flash?
• Sound travels and bounces back / When you're staggerin’ over that shattered glass and gatherin’ traction at last
• Hammerin’ out those plans like I couldn't count with my hands / Or mapping announcements and paths
• You sounding frantic, the loudest in fact / Out here you sounding out, you're out of your path
• Animals cheering and clappin’ around in the stands / Tactical patterns, polished and practiced
• That’s when you frown at a man with power and passion / ’Bout as profound as a rabbit out of a hat / As a hound of a Basset waggin’ his tail with a bounce and a pat
• Lift the frown off your mouth and calm down in your stance / It’s not how or about / Ask me what happened
• It’s about how I astound with the sound when I’m snappin’ / Like magic that’s active / Patterns that stack
• I’m the count of the craft / The cadence intact
• I’m the mouth of the phrase and / You’re wrappin’ your mouth around the sound of the clang / and BLAOW
• You self-assured and you're showered in talent / Then you exit the moment and go off-balance / When you drown in the ballad
• I'm proud of my talent / And sound ’til I’m out like Magic
• And Howard in Dallas or Dwight Howard in Orlando or Dwight Howard in LA / Okay
• Resounding “HEY!” from the crowd / They don’t sound as loud as the showers of praise aimed at you
• Allow me to barrel back to the brow / You worry ’bout browsin’ or rappin’, you can sound off as challengers or fans
• Wallow a row in a shallow canal / You mild animals gatherin’ ’round
• ’Bout as profound as you packin’ and stackin’ / A mountain of antics, shoutin’ it proud / “Back in the mansion surrounded by actors!”
• You so, so broke, yo/Your shoes be playin’ footsie with the whole ground, that’s poor sole /
• Oh no, you want “heat”? We on that full shift, word to Alpo/Mess around, you gonna leave in red sauce, that’s pesto
• You not solid, that’s why she just left you/But me though, I’m ten toes down, down to my ten toes
• That’s why I’m Michael Corleone in this Godfather thing/
• The only Italian my brag ain't conquering/
• Lyrical cyanide, this audio overdrive, uh/It sound like you trying to try, huh?/You in a real-life ER, uh/
• I’m kin to this rhymes, guess you a side role/You’re just a thorn in my side, though/
• Just like a snake when it shed its skin/All your talk is just noise, I hear it /
• You nothin’ but a dummy tryna appear as a ventriloquist/But I can see through your façade, you not on that strong shift
• You remind me of Narcissus/Starin’ at your own reflection ‘til you drowned in it
• What an image, this a movie /I’m sittin’ here directin’ it/That’s a cut /Final scene/
• I made you famous, hope you like bein’ seen/But just like you’re leavin’ the party/Your last words gonna be, “Bye”/
• That’s word to N’SYNC /Your career like AI in ’96 /
• The first step was your last, now you tryna be in a league /You ain’t built for, go back to practice /
• Gotta tighten up your team /And maybe you won’t lose so many rings /
• But I hope you enjoy this little vacation /Just make sure you leave my name off the invitation /