CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Ayo, if I letchu' take a step back into the past
• Bro, leave it up to me to puncture fate
• with a lunge so fatal, God's own angels
• duck for shade when I touch the halo.
• Choose to ignore and mumble statements
• over jumbled base riffs, for example
• Then you'll witness your oxygen pockets diminish
• and your conscience relinquish
• as I go to kickbox your existence in cosmic dimensions
• In hopes it makes your buzz deflate quick
• like a drug patient's lung inflation.
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• Your career in a nutshell; stunted fables
• busted labels after you crumble fatal
• like a rusted cradle cut from a hundred cables.
• So when you stumble aimless and your structure
• caves in, I'll conduct engravings on your ruptured frame with a tungsten blade tip
• I'l rupture frameworks till your muscle gains twitch
• like a puppet's chain-link on a rusted crane
• I won't just crush your name bitch nor your statements
• I'll erupt your brainstem
• summon quakes with one engagement
• I'll leave your function phasin'
• like corrupted nation's reconstruction phases
• make no mistake bitch.. by using a pen-stroke
• taken from the sun's rotation I'll reshape civilizations.
• your lungs deflatin' ain't a punchline
• it's a demonstration of what becomes of those
• who choose to run their cadence
• on assumptions based in nothin' sacred.
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• we can throw hands, or go beyond that
• expand past combat
• see who stabs who '’cause i’ll format you
• like a glitch in a codec
• reload that slow-scan soul trap when I fold back
• your whole abs and both lungs collapse
• as your last gasp floats past a throat gash open
• like a roadmap of bomb-blast zones mapped