CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Spit the hottest phrases leave MCs discombobulated
• The legend left a severed head drippin on the pavement
• Made egos shrink with what was written on the pages
• If I dissed you the track would be a hit that’s on ya playlist
• Now let’s get to choppin fables might wanna run now
• Cause when push comes to shove you gettin knocked the fuck out
• Fuck the game and it’s rules I came here to lose
• Even as my name is engraved in the tomb
• Got a knot in my throat in the shape of a noose
• Tippi Hedren in The Birds, I’m flames in the booth
• To the grave I’ll be laughin, bumpin Wu-Tang
• The game watered down so I’m splashin on the new wave
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• //Croc
• I endorse eleven levels of devil worship
• And horse abortions, flawless extortion is awesome
• Get on the floor son, this gun is big enough to make you shit your drawers
• I'll piss in your sores, draw four fours if you tick me off
• Even the Baphomet tells me that I'm a class act
• When I snap back, prepare to be laughed at
• You're just a half ass, and that's just a wack fact
• Take a crack at it, but you just a slack faggot
• I'm as ill as can be, a literal killer mc
• The sinister mister C R to the O C
• You know me, I flow sweet on an old beat
• I've been bringing heat since you were sucking your mother's teet
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• //OmegaSpark
• Run up on and bitch slap motherfuckers
• pimp hand motherfuckers lip slash uppercut em like,
• fist dragon and chin cracking,
• for yip yappingi ip man em vitals paper thin,... Zig zagging em
• When I'm in it they call army Sargents im hardly a target,
• have you kissing the Beatles no Paul McCartney,
• dominant bold asterisk, underline with a sharpie stick
• kind of prick to undermine and spit it snarkily
• The boogie monster that lurks under spring of the box got children pleading to god,
• audible snarling oxygen heavy chested like Dylan Voxx,
• chill with Croc in a swamp, feast and vanish under dock
• smooth criminal sliding backwards with a walk
• Spark heat can cook em all in a wok, spar with an ox.
• Off em easy like when the charging a cop, quit the shit you ain't gifted with it,
• like Wick the pistol work different in grip of capable killers who load and spit with it nigga
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• //ShapeShift
• Im the ill poet my feet are pre equipped with steel toes in,
• This ain’t ancient times but you know I’m still roaming,
• I feel broken life shattered but I’m still going,
• Demons in my temple ripping the eviction notice,,
• I tore another page out my bloodstained poems,
• They tried to rip my eyes out and couldn’t take my focus,
• Behold the pale horse let my body bathe in locusts,
• I’ll change the pecking order when I go and train some vultures,,
• I blame the culture for our kids growing up deranged,
• I blame the neurotoxins that they pump in our veins,
• I blame the propaganda that they’re shoving in our face
• But if we don’t awaken nothings surely gonna change,,