CHALLENGER'S RAP

• The weight of my words are celestian gate-breakers,
• Planets orbit my speech, black-hole that takes fakers,
• Cracks of the earth will be your brain in a minute,
• Soon, armies will recieve tsunamis, done 'n' finished,
• My verses versus veteran-vetebrates, verbal-verb-spit,
• Melodies captured in my brain, bong-steam from some herb-shit,
• I walk in the plains of the imagination, through dimensions,
• Extraterrestrial-cerebrums bow or recieve my vengeance,
• Exorcism-rythms you composers be spitting,
• I come pose wit' a written, speaking wit' no limit,
• My cold-heart is harder than what the stone-age would vacate,
• Bones harder than diamonds, making it crystal clear, ya gays,
• Scientific literature cannot demonstrate my capable abillities,
• Sci-fi villains can't annihilate this being inside the liberty,
• You statues get broken, paralysed because of my presence,
• Reciveing head like it's christmas, three hoes are my present