CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Witness the plot thickens, his thoughts quicken, a guy named Wilson,
• Sippin’ Lipton, whistlin’ like Homer Simpson,
• Kept scratchin’, stackin’, pickin’ and packin’,
• Pimpin’ and passin’, thinking he’s livin’, never lackin’.
• Hooks up with women, kids in the crib, he’s feelin’ rich,
• Until twelve months later, eviction papers hit—life flipped switch.
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• Now he’s homeless, building’s torn down, dreams demolished,
• Life before me? A slow climb, cluelessly polished.
• After he faced my wrath? Every step cursed,
• Opportunities burned, respect reversed.
• From confident struts to trudgin’ in streets, scared of the cold,
• Every move cautious, every thought bought and sold.
• No rhymes to sell, no crew to protect, just echoes of failure,
• I rewrote his life in bars, my victory the only savior.
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• From brunches to benches, from bills to benches in parks,
• Life before me was light—after me, it’s all dark.
• I turned his ambition into ashes, his confidence into dust,
• Every plan, every hope, now dissolved in disgust.
• And if he thinks recovery’s coming? Nah, that’s fiction,
• I define destiny—he’s a cautionary tale, my jurisdiction.
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• now let me tell you what my purpose is—U don’t gotta switch personas
• just because the money’s flourished in; and I ain’t gonna act with it
• honest, I should’ve warnedcha" that the form U were in was more than fit
• how you never had to go distortin’ it—the more U morphed your shit
• the more it showedchu' weren’t absorbent with the core within
• just forced attempts I had to sorta sift, a chore to flip—your whole performance set
• was awkward, stiff, so mournin’ Sid is what your orbit gets; ’cause beforehand?
• U were too bad, boy and couldn’t see the crowds eyelids lower quicker than lightning’s orbit dips
• strikin’ quick, vibe checkers zonin’ out, whatever U wrote to spit
• turned into watchin’ boredom drip, poured in drips, unfortunately for me, more than anyone in the audience
• your monotone aura hit right before I even performed a bit— so I’m forced to live with knowin’
• U were the warnin' skip, before The Great Nate stormed in sick, a roarin' blitz that tore the script & scorched the grid