CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Late night in the 404, fog rolling thick on the concrete floor
• Shadows in the rear view, creeping slow through the county door
• You talk big numbers till the room go silent, empty space
• I turn dark thoughts into silver plaques, you just waste space
• Heavy is the crown when the bassline knock, heart cold like ice
• Rolled the dice twice, paid the price twice, bought the same vice
• Melodic with the cadence, but the pen still lethal, cut precise
• You chasing clout on the web, I’m chasing legacy in real life
• Clock strikes two, red lights flashing through the tinted glass
• Whispers in the reverb, watching every ghost from my past
• You step up to the mic, but your bars lack soul, fake prestige
• Fulton County cold, got the whole game under siege
• Smoke rising slow while the minor key rings in the dark
• Built this nostalgia wave from scratch, lit the whole spark
• Phantom in the booth, turning real pain into melody
• You fighting for a moment, I'm writing down a whole legacy
• Beat drops heavy, room temperature drop to zero below
• Step back, check the scoreboard—you already know.