CHALLENGER'S RAP

• (Verse 1)
• Alright, let me take the mic from this fucking dumb-o-pho,
• Twelve days to hit me back, like you stuck in a slow flow,
• You readin’ bedtime stories, but the plot just won’t stick,
• Ain’t no warm fuzzies here, boy, I’m comin’ with that slick,
• You claimin’ North Pole livin’, but ain't bringin' that frost,
• Santa’s just a hot mess, ‘cause you really just lost,
• Child ordainment knockin’, tryna steal Christmas lights,
• Pure facts, no cap, but you frontin’, rollin’ dice,
• Ain’t no diddy on me, but you wishin' for that fame,
• Tryna run up, be Puff, but you stuck in your own game,
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• (Chorus)
• Ain't no way you’re like us, that’s the truth, that’s the fact,
• Your past got you twisted, man, you need to step back,
• You ain’t flexin’ on the block, just a ghost in the night,
• Keep talkin’ real big, but you ain't ready to fight.
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• (Verse 2)
• Mistletoe memories hauntin’, six-year-old’s cryin' loud,
• You trapped in your own demons, man, that’s just not allowed,
• Daddy got no presents, he just left with a lie,
• Now you lookin’ for redemption, but can’t even comply,
• Victim nut hugger actin’, tryna damage your own,
• But your honor’s all shattered, like a broken-ass bone,
• You wishin’ that you mattered, but you lost in the game,
• Your boyfriends run the house, now you know shame brings pain, apparently they bring all the boys in yard
• So what makes you think you’re better? Man, you ain't got the spark,
• You ramblin’ ‘bout the streets, but you ain't left a mark,
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• (Chorus)
• Ain't no way you’re like us, that’s the truth, that’s the fact,
• Your past got you twisted, man, you need to step back,
• You ain’t flexin’ on the block, just a ghost in the night,
• Keep talkin’ real big, but you ain't ready to fight.
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• (Verse 3)
• Brain dead talkin' crazy, got you spittin' pure fluff,
• Thinkin’ you a baller, but you ain’t even tough,
• Go back to that propaganda, where you feelin’ all safe,
• But your degrees ain't shit, you just lost in the wraith,
• Diss tracks cuttin’ deep, while you stumblin’ through the fog,
• Step off the mic, son, you just barkin' like a dog,
• We ballin’ like Atlanta, with that southern finesse,
• You just a background player, man, you don’t even stress,
• So take this reality, and let it hit you hard,
• You ain't on our level, no way, you can’t disregard,
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• (Chorus)
• Ain't no way you’re like us, that’s the truth, that’s the fact,
• Your past got you twisted, man, you need to step back,
• You ain’t flexin’ on the block, just a ghost in the night,
• Keep talkin’ real big, but you ain't ready to fight.
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• (Outro)
• So keep your weak rhymes, boy, we spittin' that fire,
• You ain’t never gonna rise, just a fool in the choir,
• Not like us, never was, just a shadow on the street,
• We stayin' true to the grind, while you face your defeat.