CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You may be fly, but I’m a giant with these rhymes
• Swatting any pesky flies, I step with fe fo fi’s
• My paws leave heavy traces throughout each and every line
• While you remain all flat inside. My imprint does not subside
• I speak this depth, then you float by
• origins of my style is just the I n I
• You straight jacking, out your mind
• Gil etches truth when pen does glide, you just concentrate on lies
• Shave your ego down, rinse that putrid odored pride
• You’re overshadowing yourself looking for a downs upside
• Sink you with this do re mi, my canon’ll log you for the cheese.
• Picture a you beating a me, what brash absurdity…
• Observing me dismantle beats, in harmony with all I need,
• Is like viewing the major league. You n I we don’t compete.
• Just say sheesh, n keep it pushing. Cause you’re meat
• And I the chef prepared for cooking.
• You eye your death when I in your pupils,
• My lyrics stretch your bars are useless.
• Every word will eat at you until your bones is toothpicks.
• What’s your two cents to my core? N-C!
• No Contest, for damn sure, you’re just a turd.
• I’m emcee, you’re just a bore. An antsy
• Move, I’ll crush your bones — don’t be scurred.
• Scurry on along, doing your dibble dabbled drone
• We heard it all before you’re just another one of those.
• I’ve really been in war, I save more within words
• Than you muster inwards. You stringy ass chord.
• What’s a harp to a drum? Win per cuss, your ratios dung
• Are you cursed or just that dumb?
• Why now stuck with all them hums,
• All I hear now is uhs…
• Don’t use like so much ya bum.
• You’ve a watered down tongue.
• Need to read more than YA’s…
• W-M-D’s is what I’m from,
• Pops was dropping off them bombs.
• My rhymes birth suns like my Moms.
• A burst’ll shed the light your spirit needs to move on.
• I write better reasons than you act upon.
• I be poet, you just be rap poop on
• Hint, That’s your present.
• Wrapped in this gift you are
• That’s a bar. Insight your thoughts. Peace.