CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You ain't no pimp, you's a wimp, walking with a limp from fast talking
• at an auction till somebody "accidentally" clipped you with a whip.
• You sound skimpy when you spit, like you should be skipping
• and singing with crickets eating krimpets before a midday dip
• in the crik, (creek)
• I hear your transmission slipping when you spit, that weak sauce
• preventing you from catching a grip, I been at this for a minute,
• You been wack ever since, I rap for the kids,
• You rap for the kicks, Your fashion ain't shit, my clothing just is.
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• I don't need the riches, but gimme something better than rags,
• Swear these others sweet enough to get caught at the mall in drag,
• No disrespect, to each their own as long as they earn their own respect,
• I'm out here trying to keep my money correct, when I think otherwise,
• I playback a record and play chess or checkers with anyone
• willing to bet several on a few hour sets.
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• Unfortunately, everybody scared when they see I'll gladly accept
• any challenging dare armed with nothing but a mean glare,
• nappy hair, determined stare, some jewels, well a pair where my pants
• are starting to tear, and my beaten up shoes ready to skip the elevator
• and take the stares. (or did I mean stairs?!!?!)
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• I'm going in for the few who happen to stumble on this and
• enjoy the view. Thank you.