CHALLENGER'S RAP

• each time that I weave words, the universe each verse submerges deep bursts of heat surges, cause each verse
• emerges from the earth first. I reverse what the curse was, rebirth in reverse feet first
• through the dirt then I burst from the surface before it occurs. Shit and I must say that the sky isn't the limit,
• because beyond it I’ve risen since my visions expanded, past every curtain, I am certain
• my purpose is perfectly planted through clouds by vibe checkers I can be seen burnin',
• returning with infinite furnace making me rhyme better the proof is the movement the universe learns
• when the verses are workin', cause each curve my reach curves, every speech surge disturbs, deep verbs
• weave words that'll bend whatever we've heard the syllables scripture and mixture is mystical
• these letters turn physical, liftin' who's spiritual while this limitless scheme designers
• pencil leaves a ripple which shifts the dimensions, sentences stretch
• into infinite extensions. as soon as the verses are birthed
• the heavens re-stir so the words that I weave put the universe first.
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• even as a small infant, something was off, inconsistent, often withdrawn & distant,
• he got caught in this Guelph storm of existence. to be specific? touch him, he'd get livid,
• erupt with a fit of resistance, shove or hit, wouldn't listen, he got locked in a different dimension.
• out in public, rough with it, lost in the rush of conflicts, became that odd kid, twitchin', mumblin', soundin' obnoxious.
• always felt like something was missin', a piece of da puzzle, labeled a flawed little problem, a burden that caused 'em to struggle.
• called dimwitted, a chump, had his parents exhausted, but underneath all the chaos is a heart they never abandoned.
• still they loved him regardless, just struggled to process da darkness until their doctor Marcus was honest, responding with knowledge & caution.
• structure this youngster with toughness & patience, what he instructed
• along with teach him to strengthen his focus & build his foundation.
• especially whenever he got lost in a subject, it went don't push his frustration,
• guide him with motivation, provide him the proper direction if he blossoms, then nudge him
• don't judge nor punish the difference, because hidden within him was something nobody witnessed.
• because suddenly then they realized the truth they had missed in the distance:
• "damn, this kid isn't worthless, his mind more so just works
• in a different existence." they thought he was nothin' special, just difficult, awkward, an easy target to mock
• since his voice sounded harsh. the same kid they dismissed
• with the darkest of labels though had a gift in his writin' that turned his pain into fables and so even if writin' was God's gift,
• a spark from the heavens above him, he'd still doubt that it mattered, refuse to make money from it.
• but the words kept returnin', therefore the verses kept burnin',
• the kid they overlooked became someone this world couldn't ignore, his name?
• A chemical strain, dispensing the pain with perpetual chains, celestial rain etched in your veins,
• let the pressure remain by me severin' planes rearranging the frame of your mental terrain,
• dimensions deranged
• whenever a great
• enters the game venomous aim.
• the tensions a cage,
• inventions engage,
• a tempest is raised,
• my sentences blaze
• with infinite waves twistin'
• this bitches ways,
• ascension displayed, the distance
• I gained is beyond whatcha gauge,
• while henchmen decay
• in the remnants I leave
• whenever I step on stage.
• chemical phase in the syllable maze, every minute engraved sk the ink
• that I make leaves a mystical trace
• in the cryptic terrain
• and so if this bitch were better,
• the evidence never
• would mention his name,
• 'cause the level I’m reaching
• leaves competitors buried in shame.