CHALLENGER'S RAP

• aww yeah, i brought the mutherfucking clap
• boom-bap-gangsta-rap, straight outta the trap, hip-hop never dies
• hook up the diamond blade and carve these words
• into the white house steps, glory for all the blood of slaves, soldiers
• and brokenhearted mothers who eternally weep
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• crank that stereo to the motherfuckin' peak, put those stats at max
• let that bass roar like a bitch who absolutely, her baby fuckin' dead kind of pissed
• HUH. No Justice? alrighty then. NO PEACE. every goddam night i'll find you in your sleep
• let's hear her stand up at the mic and speak with full emotional release
• give that baddie a raise in the volume every time a karen steps outta line
• every motherfucker who rams his truck into a crowd to be served a final
• meal, a piping hot dish of bite the public bus stop curb
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• b*TcHz, feel that treble mOtHeRfUcKiNg scr-E-E-E-E-ch
• and rip your weak ass eardrums to shreds
• go too hard, this zeppelin flies higher than your cyber shit
• even tho we packin' hella lead
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• then i shot myself in the head, let this shit burn, that's what i said
• the beats are gone and the river of music is dead and dry
• if he really won in twenty-twenty as he said, then fire the real president
• and let the snake writhe without its head
• i need that sexy green paper with a woman's profile
• imagine if our currency was orange instead like a jumpsuit
• made by innocents for innocents, caught in justice's cruel bed
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• got something motherfucking shit that needs to come correct
• if our media would just the shouts of the world
• drown out all this fascist bravado, we'd cheer, titanic-scale-anti-disaster
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• if he ever actually stood in a real mutherfucking crowd they'd not even
• have to touch him, cuz their voices would cripple him
• and bear him to the ground, pounding his own skull to pieces. there's no way out.
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• got this r.p.g. ready set, let's motherfucking go, bitches. character selection, fuck the election
• it's the gangsta ass lady with the grip so steady
• who i'ma motorcade with, rollin' down on all these maggots with prejudice
• murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda murda
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• they say they wanna free up the january sixths, ok, then i'll do it like thissssss
• blood on my grillz from biting thru ankles and wrists
• run free while thinking about kunta kinte
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• when it's time to fuck shit up, gonna' hit it with my weapon
• aim fuckin' deadly, who i'ma kill these fat cats and stack that cheese
• spin that shit in a circle, seven hundred degrees
• killin' this shit, spittin' game with ease
• it's just my nature to go for the throat when i feel a threat
• drop em, hop-scotch em, cuz i got that mad steez when i'm out in these streets
• phonies tryna get a pic, so i outcrop them
• plant my seeds and harvest the fruity goodness and Jumanji veggies
• got love for the bees, it's moronic to spray chemicals on everything we eat
• corporate profit driving the population in depression
• government cut down all the money trees
• so people just eatin' that fente' god knows we got plenty, a generation of hearts left empty
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• grindin' for the gold, doing my best, perfection doesn't exist as far as i'm told
• so my only option is to transcend the limits of spacetime
• and contact extraterrestrial life, cuz they wanna talk to a real g and not
• some billionaire pansy, that's just the facts, so who gonna test me?
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• also, my bad bitch wifey for lifey wears cubans nothing else
• god's tears glistening on her ears. facts.