Challenge Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Metaphor] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr. Met, C-Rayz, Breez Evaflowin' Forever knowin' – word up Yo, let that beat drop, you nah'mean? I want to hear that shit, to make my head rock Yeah... I like it Check it out... yo, yea, Mr. Met... check it out... yo [Verse 1: Mr. Metaphor] Challenge me (Uh-huh), I'll split you like a personality (Uh-huh) Toss one into the ocean and the other off the balcony Take a bite of me? You wanna battle me badly? Son, you sadly mistaken—I'm taking your heart for charity Make you a memory, forever remember the melody (Uh-huh) Mystically, magically casting a spell—put you in agony Half of me's energy, half of me's chemically imbalance-y I challenge the majority (What), muthafuck authority Spit like there was four of me Metaphorical imagery, wintery wonderland lifting me visually, vividly Son, I'm living the life, stripping the light out of the galaxy Brooklyn Academy, climbing around the walls of insanity [Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin'] Yeah, I stomp beats with the feets of extinct reptiles I drink shit outta red vials 'til shit get foul Set style into motion like the mic mechanism Mic check the rhythm Furious Five live, got reincarnated on a different timeline S-T-R, the O... you know the rest (Stronghold!) Flow the best Happy seeing cops with exploded vests (Blaow!) I'm so depressed, I write rhymes to go to rest Sold the best shit this side of a death kiss Restless, spit aggressive, like "Fuck y'all" (Y'all!) Expose y'all for bitches—now the bitches won't fuck y'all (Naw!) What's up, y'all? I spit, now you're giving shit up? All the talking, now you like walking on lava There's the mic, but don't bother I'm alike to your father I write, tip the barber blade, snip a clip Transform to Mxyzptlk, start super-baffling hypocrites Six shots short of a single clip Bust off your wing with this Your DJ swing on my single' dick! Rock it like he fucking back me up on the road But let Static reload—he too tragically goes And your label ain't gon' help you neither I'm a believer in internet fever that got 'em falling to the Queen of Shiva This shit is wet and you ain't no water-breather You better leave this shit to Breezer Take a breather [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] I'm one of the illest things you can think of Like Sisqó, slapping Mike Tyson with a pink glove I know you fucked up Y'all should've dropped acapellas 'Cause you smoke crack, that don't make you down with Roc-A-Fella! You're a bastard, aborted from the mothership Like a greedy fly, you always on some other shit These ain't battles (...What?), these are lyrical punishments I'm your Pops, man—look at what I done to the kids! I feel bad—it's because of me that they spit Your moms went to buy tissue, never came back I knew she was full of shit You wack and the fact you and I know both– The best rhyme of your life will be a suicide note That's a joke I did an in-store Took your girl to my house and did it in-whore Told her I was a Ewok from the planet Endor You lack! Fuck rap! Play an accordion, y'all You couldn't rock the crowd if you threw stones at the audience, the balls With one score, ya'll found out–we too raw I've seen so much bitch in ya'll, I thought you were shoe stores I slap crews for sounding wacker than Shaq-Fu Until Redman comes through and screams, "That's you!" And you all better say is "I'll beee wack," Or I'll react like hammers just tapped my kneecaps Blat!