CHALLENGER'S RAP

• ima make to the top on my very own,
• and no i dont carry chrome,
• cuz i just need my mic to blow dome,
• my flow loans, from rappers who owned thrones,
• who most now are skull and bones,
• cuz most now skills have not shown,
• your raps get old and they just bore,
• you say your cold whats that for,
• your names been sold label whore,
• your seen trapped behind able doors,
• freedom seeps trhough your pours,
• as you and your whole crew pose,
• then some new hoes, come up and become your new woes,
• new mcs come up become your new foes,
• fake beef and lies was the path rap chose,
• therefore raps nose grew a good dose,
• while rap rose it hit new lows,
• contradiction just like when doors close,
• beef is all fiction cuz mcs are all bros
• , controlled by the same force,
• no distinction theyr all cash whores,
• , rappers are just pons at their cores,
• controlled and on a set course,
• they Must rap about guns and about whores,
• if they dont no allowence its like chores,
• but you can be sure, than that i bring more,
• cuz all that crap got my ass sore,
• your shits not rap ask the lord,
• is just sap even hes bored,
• you dont bust caps put that on my word,
• round you I run laps, cuz im sharp like a knight sword,
• between us lies a gap made of truths i just poured,
• the east has a new beast and he just roared