CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap
• Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
• Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise gunna
• Not physically, but I'm a massive figure
• Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
• Repetition like a automatic, can't stop it
• High floatin', po satin' like coke snortin'
• When I see a fetus, moms thought about abortin'
• Important, am I? Gotta ask myself
• But then I think twice like a Gemini
• Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
• Eat foods and fit it
• Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you through like draino
• Lava, from a volcano
• Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I lost it
• Poppin'
• Ice with the twin millies
• Burn a temperillo
• Aiyo Berg fuck these wanna be gangstas
• Slice 'em up like an ox pop
• Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
• I bring it to these fake bitches with a quick and a smile
• You know my style, America's most feared entertainer
• Yeah, from New York to Cali, I'm called an acid Rainer
• While you frontin' like ballin', son I stays in the mix
• Same bullets in your burner since '01
• Act like you can't tell, shit be live as hell
• Bustin' so much shots
• When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"
• Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell
• From knockin' faggots out from the lies they tell
• Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
• I make the saucest guy catch a body blame it on stress
• And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch
• And then sedate her with my four pound clap
• Shit's only rap but I'm livin' like that
• So when while bitches be talkin' dogs and walkin' like cats
• Faggots mouths were gettin' way too fat
• But Put the Ice to the berg, we bought to bring it back
• "Let's go back"
• "I'm tellin' it just like that"
• We be money under ground but you can't get none
• Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son
• We get love where people be scared to come
• And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none
• Any bitch play high post, I'm runnin' over
• An ice berg weigh tons like a fuckin' Range rover
• (Tellin' players to they face that the fassad is over
• Now it's time for this real rapper shit, can you feel this?)
• No question, we manifestin', what we feel
• Bust up in your session, smack faggots up like adolescence
• (Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin' body
• Seein' me that's just pure fantasy)
• True indeed son, we ain't the one
• While bitches goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
• (That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base
• Disrespect the profession)
• Mean that real rappers on the mic, bringin' it back
• It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addicted
• All up in ya mind, you don't want hard times
• We be money under ground but you can't get none
• Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son
• We get love where people be scared to come
• And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none. What?