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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- bicchhh i'm so bourgousie
- grindlng it smooth like this diamond scaife
- smooth bourban fry like kentucky
- bicchhh
- i'm so bourgousie
- my underwear is smart wool
- that means they've got they're own intelligence
- aka a lucky charm for gettin lucky
- bicchhh i'm so bourgousie
- count the branches on my family tree
- enich'd uranium dynasty
- i roll swiss cheese into all my degrees
- the holes in your intelligence span light years
- from one valley to another, willamette meets the mailuu-suu
- you see, i'm homegrown in the underground
- this train runs laps. covering all these the far horizons.
- built the engine. built the game. built the armor. bullt the name.
- like spartan wielding an axe leaves you in half
- international bacclaureate reverse engineering the culture
- design'd my own strap, earn'd my own cap. in this trap university
- so that i can get back in on the duck hunting and revoke your
- licensing.
- i've got zero tolerance. no patience for the dissidence from
- you dissidents
- no competition, not one individual is peer or rival
- to my fucc'd up mastery. i steady bowl you down with my
- d average blasphemy.
- one love one life, i'm a masterpiece
- so they've locc'd me up as a political prisoner
- pretending like there's no key to salvation. ha.
- i spit these bars so bitterly
- fuccubicchhh i'm so burgousoe
- blow you face off like dick
- marry into your business like sum cheney oil money
- got dat smooth clap on yo' bitch ass
- she blows me hard like honey bunny
- spend some of that retallack time on me
- burn sum money
- tell these houghex they super crumby
- bcuz yo boi over hear is supa hungry
- and dey stupid
- keep trainin' dey gun onme
- one of these days slxt, lemme teach u what's funny
- we be in bed by ourselves
- before i know it got dis extra nose and it's runny
- smooth drop the music, focus on verse, chasing the hearse
- bitches cray, it's all i want, night and day, huh? bad thang touch
- a gun, prints on dat pistol, no idea what it's done, burn a spirit
- in dis blunt, outta bounds outta bands n dis hunt
- put it in her pussy, and succ dat cxnt. you a bxby when u touch
- dis cutt. i'm heavy in diss game with nuthin to lose but another
- piece of my ego much. pass the dutch, i roll a joint with yhe crutch
- been over here on the couch doin' just that. handrolls with pristine
- marathon oh-gee gee-wiz, wiz-kid in da biz, catch u inna lasso
- coach you up like brazilia. stand tall on fa peak like rio de janeiro
- playin dirty in sãu paulo. if this is ultimate i'm laying out for the
- disc. ovverdide the industry, rollin' up in dis bicchh tournament
- style with erika lust from barcelona to cairo. so you can go tell
- khamenei that the ayotollah can succ it. bicchh ass world leaders
- no better than kartel gangsters. fucc u up with my gangsta. dropppin fat facts on you fascist factions. now take this F.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- driven by energy, never my enemy,
- stackin' these Benjamins, it's my remedy,
- underdog dreams, but I’m spittin’ like a beast,
- got my eyes on the prize while these haters feast.
- flexin’ on the block, mama said I’d never top,
- now I’m runnin’ this game like a heavyweight shop.
- bitches on my jock, yeah they cling like a leech,
- but I’m outta their reach, thug life, I teach.
- never give a fuck about the underdog,
- dreamin' big while I’m crushin’ all these logs,
- I’m the king of the streets, yeah I came from the fog,
- ain’t no stoppin’ me, I’m wild, yeah I’m chaotic,
- ballin’ hard, livin’ life, so robotic,
- register my hustle, I’m cashin’ in checks,
- while these roaches just spectate, gettin' vexed.
- puttin’ in work, ain’t no room for the weak,
- my bars hit hard, leave ‘em leakin' like a freak.
- every block I step, I’m respectin’ the grind,
- put the hustle in the muscle, yeah I’m one of a kind.
- never give a fuck about the underdog,
- dreamin' big while I’m crushin’ all these logs,
- I’m the king of the streets, yeah I came from the fog,
- rise, from the gutter, now I’m livin’ large.
- they say I’m a threat, but I’m just gettin’ started,
- all the doubters in the back, now they feelin’ retarded,
- cuz I’m breakin’ the mold, shatterin’ the glass,
- yeah I’m clockin' these hours, grindin' ‘til I’m sore,
- never gave a fuck if they said I’d hit the floor.
- I’m the voice of the streets, every bar’s an explosion,
- underdog dreams, fuel my thug devotion.
- ain’t no fake in my game, I’m the real deal,
- while these wannabe thugs all rot and conceal.
- I’m risin' above, fuck the struggle and strife,
- livin’ legends only, it’s the thug life.
- never give a fuck about the underdog,
- dreamin' big while I’m crushin’ all these logs,
- I’m the king of the streets, yeah I came from the fog,
- rise, from the gutter, now I’m livin’ large.
- so when you see me rollin’, know I’m claimin’ my throne,
- the underdogs rise, real niggas never alone.
- dream big, hustle hard, that’s the motto, my friend,
- in this life of the streets, it’s the grind ‘til the end.