CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I’m adjacent to greatness, you’re vacant and tasteless, I trace the placement of the arrangements I’ve created. A ghost in the machine, my soul is de-activated, pixelated images in a frame that's shattered and faded. It’s binary code in the cold, a glitch in the system, surgical precision, I don't miss 'em, I assist 'em to the afterlife baptized in the gasoline, the unseen king of the catastrophic scene
• My vocabularies lethal, every syllable's a slug, I’m pullin' plugs on the thugs lyin' lifeless on the rug! It’s a monopoly of misery, I’m buyin' up the blocks, while you’re clockin' out early in a pine-scented box! From massive to slender, slaughtering the sender, I’m the truth, the inventor, the infinity ink member! Your fate's festered from Guelph to Manchester, I’m a plague, a technical Dexter, dismembering every letter
• claim you're moving weight? Let the scales tip, I’ll leave you anchored to the bottom on some whale shit! I’m a poet, a jester, the center of the sector, an arsonist making you sweat in your sweater! No Cinderella—just a script-wieldin’ headhunter, I eat prey post-peace like Hannibal—you’re supper! In twenty years they’ll respect it, it’s manifested, when you wore diapers, I was wreckin’ your ancestors
• THE GUELPH STORM’S BREATHIN’ FIRE! SETTIN’ THE WIRES! RIPPIN’ THE DOORS OFF THE CELLAR OF these LIARS! I’M HYPIN’ THE GLOBE LIKE TESLA! FEEL THE PRESSURE! I’M THE WRITING OBSESSOR, HEAVIER THAN A THRESHER! WINCHESTER BOLDNESS! LEAVE 'EM SOULLESS! I OWN THE THRONE—A WAR TONE THAT’S UNBROKEN! FROM UNKNOWN TO STONE-ETCHED QUOTES
• LISTEN TO WHAT I’VE SPOKEN It’s Nathan Blaze, the equation is intertwined, a twisted rhyme designed to re-align your feeble mind. I derail a train with the details in my brain, a savage well above average drilling through the pain. My binary code is cold, a glitch in the system, surgical precision, I don't miss 'em, I assist 'em to the afterlife baptized in the gasoline, the unseen king of the catastrophic scene
• Fuck your multiple multis, they’re a multitude of mostly surplus, wordless, grossly worthless multipurpose moldy verses! In multi-million multiverses, your only service is a lonely circus of homely Turkish bony shirtless phoney nurses—you’re nervous! I’m the pinnacle, clinical, lyrical assassin, analytical and biblical I'm killing 'em with passion
• i’m Sheriff Woody you ghost me and hide like Bo Peep? I’ll leave a vegetable to die slowly in the street! There’s a point to these Toy Story bars, listen solely: when it’s over, the only Andy you’ll find is beneath my feet! I’ll introduce you to my vacuum—it’s clinical, so you can teach it how to suck—you’re originally pitiful! You’re Cinderella with a vest on no shoe fits, I’m Global Warming in the 40s you’re cold-poo, bitch
• THE GUELPH STORMS BREATHIN’ FIRE! SETTIN’ THE WIRES! RIPPIN’ THE DOORS OFF THE CELLAR OF these PHONEY LIARS! I’M HYPIN’ THE GLOBE LIKE TESLA! FEEL THE PRESSURE! A WRITING OBSESSOR, HEAVIER THAN A THRESHER! C4 IN THE HEART! DETONATE THE SPARK! I’ll BLOW YOUR FACE OFF and LEAVE YOU IN THE DARK! NATHAN BLAZE! I OWN THE THRONE—WAR TONE UNBROKEN! VANISH LIKE SMOKE THROUGH THE VORTEX I WROTE IT IS SPOKEN
• You got a big head with a buzzard brain, it’s duster spray, I’m sun-bright, shining hotter than a summer day. You’re gassing fads and clones—this is a fashion show, if you act a bitch, I’m slashing at your throat! You’re suburban/trap blends, acting hood? I suggest you pick up crack then, get a Mac-10, ’cause this is where the track ends! You hear 'Whips' and think of black men 'cause you got black friends?
• I hear 'Whips' and think of a black Benz clack-clack, then I’ll make you neckless, first and second a redneck, the red around your throat looking like a ruby necklace! It’s Mortal Kombat, orbited bombast, I squeeze the rats, squeeze the Macs, leave 'em flat, they won't rap back! It barely makes sense like a Mexican anorexic, so stop messing and start stepping like an illegal in Texas! You’re stressing when I grab the weapon, a Smith & Wesson, or an AK-47 expelling lead in your direction
• The news at two plus three will refuse to screen the gruesome scene, you’re Slim Jesus, a human being with no machine. You got guns in clips but no clips in guns, I’ll cross your chest like Catholic nuns until the work is done. If you're still alive and the scene is gory, I’ll click the clip before your time runs out like a Snapchat story
• QUANTITY VS QUALITY ! PURE ANIMOSITY! I’M the DIFFERENCE! THE GIFTED! THE PUNCHLINE VELOCITY! YOU GOT ED LIKE THE PAST TENSE—YOU LACK SENSE! I’M THE FINAL CATASTROPHE IN THE BLACK BENZ! TRACK ENDS! LOCK AND LOADED! THE CONTEST OPENED! NATHAN BLAZE! THE VORTEX HAS SPOKEN
• My murderous rap verbal attack is an actual fact, tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats. It’s mathematical madness, contenicals in the brain, a chain of events that ends names in the rain. I rain with heat, more obscene than war machines, scorchin’ beams that forge regimes and torch the scene I distort the clean, report the fiends with morbid dreams,
• a disgrace that makes the entire scene want to scream! I take the queen, degrade her deeds, lace her tea, fatal leaves, Hades feast, ancient speak, pagan themes! It’s major league, L.S.D., I make the weak shake in jeans, pray for peace while I aim machines and break their dreams
• I’m possum at grade school, I debate you and degrade you, my raps are like Scalpel, I’ll slash you and erase you! I’m battlin' Jesus if he passes through the label, I’m snatchin' his halo and kickin’ over the table! I pray for my father to come back as an angel, but the language is fatal, hypnotizin' and unstable
• EXPERIENCE THE BREAK! EXPERIENCE THE EASE! I KILL 'EM QUICK with MACHINE-GUN SCHEMES! SAVE YOUR SPEECH! TAKE A SEAT! WAIT AND SEE! YOU CLAIM TO BE CRAZED BUT YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH ME! I’M L.S.D.—THE TRIP, THE BLAZE, THE LUCID VISION! I MASSACRE THE TRACK WITH SURGICAL PRECISION! NATHAN BLAZE! THE ANCENT SPEAK HAS AWAKENED! THE THRONE IS MINE AND THE EARTH IS SHAKEN
• Patiently painting your fate, basically hatred laced with heat, in the weight of my phrases' speed—making the tasted defeat. Make no mistake before you're murdered, shake and seize, you’ll ache and bleed, a personal issue taking this past rap with ease. I’ll place you in a grave with bars, everything I say is hard, I’ve got stripes like a racin car, then I box you like playing cards
• I pass my goals, my legacy’s cast in stone, before I’m a ghost, someone who talked about more than just cash and dope! I got more lines in a round than a map or globe, hackin' phones, crackin' codes, displaying words like the caption’s closed! I’m a flashing strobe, cooking squares like a casserole, gaskets blown, heads cracked, dropping bombs on your masters soul
• You'll fall off like Brittany Spears when she shaved her hair, a publicity cheers for my flow that's a hurricane/severe! I’m Action Jackson in army gear, getting satisfaction from your fears, loosen your career like Grey Goose while I bruise your bitch for years! My words are above the shit you post like a Facebook caption, you’re getting bucks from the pops like child support/target action
• THE GREAT NATE! OFF THE CHAIN! AIMING AT YOUR BRAIN! I’ll POP THE VEST and SHOW THE REST that I AM THE ONLY REIGN! I’M R3LNTL3SS! DECAPITATING CRITICS with a SHARP KNIFE! ROBBING GOTHAM like the DARK KNIGHT in a STARK FIGHT! I FUCK THE GAME and VANISH like a MAGIC TRICK! You’re INADEQUATE, PREPARE TO SEEM like a FRAGILE HICK! NO RESTART! NO SHOW UP! THE VORTEX IS SEALED! NATHAN BLAZE! THE ULTIMATE TRUTH HAS BEEN REVEALED