lyrics
Introducin'
The new sense that you've been refusin'
Enthusin' the fusion of ganja and cruisin'
Refreshingly fresh 'cause, I got the Juice, son
Droppin' your Bishop from the edge like Q
My tactic is gruesome, best fear my next move
En Passant your Pawns, nigga, look up the rules
By all means, be ruthless, but homie, keep it cool
Your Queen is in danger,
Tell me what you gonna' do
She's feisty.
And face it, her taste is quite pricey
And when you lie about your money, shit gets dicey
But that's a game for the fools
I'm making Chess moves
Too-phsiticated
Ain't no way i can loose
Gotcha Waters looking Muddy
Sucka, singin' the blues
And your Castle is collapsin' like it's built on sand dunes
And your last Knight has fallen
Ain't shit you can do!
Your rookie moves are made with haste,
Though I told you 'keep it cool"?
I implore you,
Come and take a walk in my shoes
And lace them bitches up tight 'cause they probably too big for you
Your Queen is cleanin' my castle topless like a French maid would do
Now take them shoes off, and tell that bitch to clean them hoes too!
You swear that you're a King, but you're destined to loose
Trapped in a corner and my Rook is coming for you
Check yourself at the door
And dont be late
The Black Knight up in this bitch to seal your fate
You're surrounded and shrouded in a shell of self hate
Don't even deny, it's written all over your face
The ranks are closing in and breathing room begins to dissipate, the Bishop has arrived, ain't a single move left to make
My skill is Bobby Fisher with a black mans face
Impeccable game,
There's no way to retaliate
Illicit D
Forbidden King
Ya' time is up mothafucka'
Kiss the ring
CHECKMATE!
credits
from
Year Round,
released February 15, 2013
Produced by Ripe Archetype
Lyrics by Illicit D
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