CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Look, look, look, they want a piece of my skeleton
• Breathe, Breathe, Breathe, chokin’ on all of the medicine
• Stop, stop, stop, telling me who I should better be
• Dead, Dead, Dead, keeping that negative energy
• I’m awake at a quarter to four with a fist to the floor, I can’t take no more
• Got a ghost in the hallway, a ghost at the door, scratchin’ boards till my fingers are sore
• They want high-level metrics, a brand-new aesthetic, but honestly everything feels so synthetic
• I’m losin’ my mind and it’s deeply pathetic, I’m nauseous, exhausted, and over-protective
• You copy the template, you stitch it together, you think you’re clever, than it’s lighter than ever
• I’m trapped in the basement, enduring the weather, I’m pulling the lever, I’m serving tethers
• I don’t care about playlists, I don’t care about streams
• I’m just rippin’ the stitches right out of my dreams
• Look at the industry- everything’s hollow, a digital circus of puppets to follow,
• They feed you a pill that is bitter to swallow, you choke on the envy and drown in the sorrow,
• I’m sick of the fake smiles, the structural fraud,
• If I scream in an empty garage, am I God?
• Hell no. I’m a mess. I’m a wreck in a jacket.
• A panic attack wrapped inside of a packet,
• You talk about status? I’m tearing the fabric, I’m burning the mattress, I’m breaking the habit,
• I don't need a budget, I don't need a co-sign, I don't need your corporate executive baseline,
• Let’s talk about lines that you cross when you’re desperate, checking your pulse just to see if you estimate,
• Selling your soul for a fraction of leverage, you're drinking the poison and calling it beverage,
• You think you’re a god? You’re a bug on the windshield, (yikes)
• I’m running through blizzards with nothing but grim shields,
• Here’s where it gets ugly: I’m forcing an orange to sleep in an asylum,
• Slant rhyming door-hinge with horror-binge, watch how I pile 'em,
• Listen close: I’m a dry-soaked sponge under a drowned desert,
• I’m wringing out water from stones while you claim that your pressure is high,
• That means I'm finding abundance in a place that’s completely dried out and dead
• While you’re suffocating in an ocean of privilege and can't even clear out your head,
• Remember the orange and asylum? How I twisted the vowels so they clicked in your ear?
• You didn't even notice the phonetic bending because you were paralyzed by the fear!
• I swear that y’all slow as shit, staring at the floor boards...
• Teeth chattering, walls shattering, none of your opinions are flattering,
• Blood splattering, mind scattering, look at the projects you're battering,
• I’m clawing my way through the mud of the trench,
• Overcome by the smoke and the sulfurous stench,
• You think that I owe you? I paid for this air with the skin off my back!
• I’m taking the match to the fuel, I’m destroying the map, it's a wrap!
• //Drops mic and walks out