Panik - Challenge Me lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Metaphor] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr. Met, C-Rayz, Breez Evaflowin'. Forever knowing. Word up. Yo, let that beat drop, you nah'mean? I want to hear that sh**, 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), muthaf** 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 sh** outta red vials 'til sh** get filed 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 (Blao!) I'm so depressed, I write rhymes to go to rest Sold the best sh** this side of a d**h kiss Restless, spit aggressive like "f** y'all" (y'all) Expose y'all for b**hes—now the b**hes won't f** y'all (y'all) What's up, y'all? I spit. Now you're giving sh** 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 Mxyztplk, 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 f**ing 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 sh** is wet and you ain't no water breather You better leave this sh** 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 f**ed up. Y'all should've dropped acapellas 'Cause you smoke crack, that don't make you down with Roc-A-Fella You're a ba*tard, aborted from the mothership Like a greedy fly, you always on some other sh** 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 out to buy tissue, never came back. I knew she was full of sh** 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 it in-store Took your girl to my house and did an inwho*e Told her I was a Ewok from the planet Endor You lack. f** rap! Play an accordion, y'all You couldn't rock the crowd if you threw stones at the audience [with Walz?] With one score, y'all found out we too raw I've seen so much b**h in you, I thought you were shoe stores I slap crews for sounding wacker that Shaq Fu Until Redman comes through and screams, "That's you!" No, your better say is "I'll be wack" Or I'll react like hammers just tapped my kneecaps Blat!