CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I’m rappin’ in a time where the mic feel weaponized
• Every sentence second-guessed before it ever survives
• Where the win ain’t developin’ craft or endurance it’s who can permanently sever the other guy
• We used to measure respect by the depth of the rhyme
• Now they measure the reach of the damage it cause
• Buildin’ careers off erosion and loss, turn the booth to a courtroom, the pen to a charge
• Iron once sharpened iron, now it’s ironclad files and silence disguised as a strategic move
• If I couldn’t outrap you, I studied your cadence, not outsourced the hurt to a system to prove
• Every metaphor treated like motive and threat, every bar gotta lawyer attached to the end
• They don’t wanna outgrow you, they wanna outlast you by makin’ sure you don’t write again
• Competition twisted from sparrin’ to scorched earth, scorch the verse, then salt it for sport
• They cheer when a name get dismantled in public, then wonder why trust don’t live here no more
• We don’t build legacies, we build collapses, binge-watchin’ downfall like episodic release
• Then act surprised when the culture feel hollow and haunted by ghosts of what it used to be
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• I switch gears mid-syllable, pivot the rhythm, now listen
• sentence fragments collidin’ with consonant prison bars hissin’
• vision get tunnelled, I’m jugglin’ bundles of verbals and vowels
• crowded like subways at rush hour, touchin’ each other for balance
• They wanna cancel dismantle, dismantle then cancel the canvas
• I’m panel-by-panel expandin’ the grammar, mechanical damage
• Words like a stampede of tambourines rattlin’ railings,
• handlebars tangled in traffic, my cadence is breakin’ the pavement
• I’m stackin’ imaginative narratives, patterns of hazardous habits
• with syllable calories, valleys and peaks, I’m oxygen starvin’
• You catch it? No… rewind it, it slid past you sideways
• I bent the bar till it snapped, then rewrapped it in five ways
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• This ain’t aggression, it’s pressure compressin’ expression to fragments
• Who-can-destroy-who Olympics, they medal in vanishin’ acts, shit
• I’m buildin’ with bricks of ridiculous diction, convulsive conviction
• While they hittin’ a button to end the whole mission
• Boom bap backbone keep me rooted in purpose, internal pressure keep polishin’ form
• Logic in chaos, diamonds from weight, but collapse ain’t the shine that’s pressure ignored
• I spar with intent, keep the war in the words, never leak it to systems or threats
• If I beat you, it’s craft, not collateral damage, no sirens involved in success
• Rap don’t survive off who broke who the worst, it survives off who built what could last
• If the culture become who can destroy who the fastest, don’t ask why the future feel cracked
• So let the bars do the damage internally, syllables swingin’, no need for a badge
• If we turn art into weapons of erasure who the fuck buildin’ the path