Jesse Howard - Challengers lyrics

5 minutes to flush I'm writing out Yo challengers blow up f** ya homeostasis I break cats backs flatten ya'll "splat" Flat like flap jacks and no mike jackson thriller It's iller than nilla colored scraps when my raps spat Hey Silla they tracks whack I'm gorilla and mad as a midnight dracula at college feeling a spatula at mcdonald's wheelin a acura paying back his fafsa son dank smoking and wang chokin like frank ocean when flanks scopin the thang close when they take notes of it Like Fatlip probably thinking I was gay Nah Ya hopin Don't, ya wang scopin I'm not So stay hopin you got it I create jokes when I'm sayin i'm gay probin so stop it Hey I'm jokin Say "hold on! That's ignorance in general to the game spoken; thinkin bout genitals to bring hopes to the latest focus!" Nope slang's potent like Big l Spray and coat with Ebonics; Smokin chronic Sonnets Thoughts of trains broken The dame's hoeing Bonnets dropped to hang low with... A troublemaker Who gets his stuff stolen and sh** hacked to use Karma to get cats Break 'em like Kit-Kats A troublemaker Who gets his stuff stolen and sh** hacked to use Karma to get cats Break 'em like Kit-Kats Hard or Soft I'm pissed off and cold like ice cubes But roll like Ice Cube; Spillin/k**ing the feelings When I kick it in the real I might choose to deal With a steel arm on a wheel with a vice proven Drill with a sk**; armed with steel to fight you I am what I eat a meal I bite you You feel? invite you My mic's spoon f**in eat The game is f**ed up You'll get Da sh** In a State of Emergency Life flights flu and I'll get you to stop rustling mics You tussling quite rude and the mic slices Hustle at night True and I'm f**in tuckin a knife doing it Here's some advice dudes stop juggling mics You'll be peeled away with the feel of it's nights dude Like flies under my shoes groove skid twice ruin ya life dude Crumble your hard image and splice spewing thugs cry too and with heart to slice you in shoes fly I'm shoeing Yea, in the woods with an old pickup Wheeling my bike dude or ATV Feeling my plight cue in; Real with a nice groove No I don't like you wouldn't recite you It's organized confusion Like wearing red or blue and tricking it's meaning I don't do it for posse's I just do it redeeming the values of Thuglife resembling peace and I gamble in streets Disa**emble T.V.'s with it Like 10 percent nation mixed with african and asian with it Starting out early like Zulu; kick this speech Spittin emcee; Emcee Say my name if you need If you talkin to me it's J. Howard Peace And at the end of it... I might have a snowmobile there I'll just sled off Peace