CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Underdog, eyein’ the sky through a seam in the ceiling,
• Starvin’ but schemin’, ribs speakin’ in Morse when I’m breathin’,
• Dreams on stilts, my perspective tower over the feeling,
• While “greats” play dress-up with legends they leasing.
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• See the threads in the throne, marionette choreography,
• Quotes read scripted, teleprompter philosophy,
• Gold look heavy but it float when you knock it....
• Prop metal, stage weight, cosplay monopoly.
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• You ain’t rise, you was raised.....hydraulics, not hustle,
• Elevator ascension, I’m stair-steppin’ struggle,
• Skin in the gravel, fingerprints fossil in rubble,
• I earn every blister, you borrow the muscle.
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• No plug, no producer, just lungs and a pen,
• Heartbeat drum kit, got kicks in my sternum again,
• I don’t bang metal, I sentence with sentences,
• My bars catch life, yours do weekends in pens.
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• Started with L’s.....late trains, lights off, low ends,
• Loan stress, long walks, same kicks, no friends,
• Now the L flip fonts, spell “levels,” not ones,
• Roman numerals stackin’, I’m buildin’ my tens.
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• I was losin’ to learn, losin’ sleep, losin’ peers,
• You was winnin’ by seeding, losin’ spine, losin’ years,
• I was layin’ foundation while you rentin’ the tiers,
• Different echo when the floor disappear.
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• You beat rookies for gas, beat vets on a sick day,
• Beat odds when the budget and luck did the kickplay,
• Stat-pad saint, highlight halo, a mixtape,
• I sharpen syntax till language get chipped blades.
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• Punch holes in assumptions, collapse the convenient,
• Turn ceilings to estimates, limits to lenient,
• You confuse decibels with legitimate brilliance,
• I let quiet accrue interest till silence get violent.
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• Zigzag pockets, I skate where the kick drum don’t sit,
• Syllables ricochet, pinball machine in the mix,
• Every bar cast a shadow.....two truths in a split,
• Triple entendre, quadruple the twist.
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• I scheme with the seams.....words stitchin’ the cloth,
• Double back like a cul-de-sac talkin’ to God,
• Knife-edge consonants, vowels do parkour,
• You chase the now, I contour the arc.
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• Sky full of mannequins floatin’ on praise gas,
• Hollow wins, helium clout, feather-weight name tags,
• I don’t envy the height, I want acres and deed stamps,
• Storms over photo-ops, rain check the fame tax.
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• Crack in the doorway......hear torque in the hinge,
• Momentum been bankin’, compoundin’ the binge,
• After this it’s a hallway of floors I can sprint,
• More versions of me you ain’t coordinated with.
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• Thought power was numbers and trending applause,
• I bend language till frauds start shreddin’ they laws,
• Still the underdog eyein’ the sky.....feel it stall…
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• That was one.
• The clip still long.