CHALLENGER'S RAP

• It's like I'm stuck in this slump up in this game that I hate,
• the pages and blank, I feel like I'm just caged in this fame,
• I'm slowly pulling away, but shit, these chains are restraints,
• I try to write and recite these rhymes, and gaze into space,
• the way that they play for this wage is like they're fading away,
• and so is all good rap, I ain't acting like I'm saving the day,
• God is trying to capture and torture me, his angels are bait,
• to try and hustle me upstairs to heaven, but Satan will wait,
• oh wait, I am Satan, it's crazy insane, my name and my traits,
• will just allude to the fact that I'm hazy, and maybe one day,
• I'll have a change in my pace, and people will erase all the hate,
• but that day will never come, 'till then we're facing remains,
• of what was once an amazing race, and I'm saying the names,
• I ain't playin' no games, I'm saving grace, this reign of a king,
• will capture the essence of the youth, their anger and angst,
• and frustration 'cuz they're pacing, and their pain and the rage,
• and they're the kids I market to, and they're the face of my base,
• one day your teen will listen to it, soon you're taking your taste
• One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,
• I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,
• for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,
• the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me
• There's no time of season, rhyme or reason, frozen as hell,
• I'll decompose in a jail while I'm caged and closed in a cell,
• and I won't get out 'till these prisons start posting their bail,
• and God unleashed his anger on my fuckin' flows when I fell,
• I'm going postal as well, what happened to the Wu Tang Clan,
• I'm two-faced on this new thing, fuck your 2 Chainz, damn,
• the rows at shows I coast know they love those flows of mine,
• that thing I did my whole fuckin' life was oppose the grind,
• I'd never know when in my youth I was supposed to rhyme,
• I'll never boast, I'm trying, but ever since I then wrote the lines,
• I felt my passion burning in my heart, see our bros are fine,
• but if I said that rap is in its glory days you'd know I'm lying,
• and hip-hop is close to dying, the outcome is dropping albums,
• while these major rappers are droppin' the X like it's Malcolm,
• while y'all are stalling (Stalin) I'll rush ya (Russia), dictate, so be it (Soviet),
• it's inappropriate, but y'all censored fuckers, y'all don't see it so
• One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,
• I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,
• for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,
• the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me
• Ever since I came out, know it bitch I'm real,
• plus you album you was feeling like that shit was braille,
• and pray to God tonight at rest, inhale with sniper's breath,
• ready to destroy the world and take 'em down, right to left,
• some folks like to bite the meth and feel like their life's a mess,
• I try my best and make it work, take the righteous steps,
• and all that anger builds until your release,
• this rap shit is deep in discussion like War and Peace,
• niggas are up in the ghetto, and now they're taking shots,
• some of 'em have realized their meaning, but faking knots,
• acting all hard, controlling forsaken blocks and vacant lots,
• fuck around, you'll levitate, y'all measure weight in pots,
• my anger pops, every now and then the anchor drops,
• my raps are hard I serve at you (serve a Jew) like a bagel shop,
• I'mma keep the conversation hot, haters stop, they can rot,
• I keep my memories stored in there with combination locks
• One day I'm back at the past, when I've become too rich,
• I'll look back at your whack ratchet ass, fuck you bitch,
• for all those times you doubted me, you're about to see,
• the mastery and acid fuel, the lines that come out of me.