Checkmate

[Intro: I.K.P. and Kaoz] Yo K, (ayeee!) It’s the King of Positivity up in here! (ohhh!) Ya know a while ago A young king said Life is like a chess game Ya gotta make your next move your best move So for all these lil peasants out there (Ay yo son!) That wanna check somebody (Which one of ya’ll checking me?) We gon show em how some real kings call Checkmate Ya dig what I’m sayin’? [Hook] Fuck a microphone MEGAPHONE! Bout ta call ya out Reign of terror, heavy downpours from the tallest cloud (WHOA!) don’t cha see these angry seas charging loud? (AYYEEE!) Betcha notice kings when they walking proud Fuck a microphone MEGAPHONE! Bout ta call ya out Reign of terror, heavy downpours from the tallest cloud (WHOA!) don’t cha see these angry seas charging loud? (AYYEEE!) Betcha notice kings when they walking proud (Whoaaa!) Who checking me? I am calling Checkmate! (Whoaaa!) Who checking me? I am calling Checkmate! [Verse 1: Kaoz] Just show respect or I’m a disconnect your breast plate No second guess on who’s the best, the record’s set place Check my sex face; it’s beat for the gods You put up more facades to blend in like you camouflage Sweet like remoulade, Kaoz will run you hard Like a track coach, fools approach, I stomp the yard Procedural execution, it’s the realest evolution You gon’ witness, trust I is da best, solution To this damn world economy, I’ll probably Monopolize some property Shockingly I dropped a couple hot emcees Made em push they shit back, showed em what they wanna be You can thank me later son, I live for spanking haters Every year out-ranking haters Dull razors can’t fade us Ignoring known protocol [I.K.P.] Hook up wit Palacio!! [Kaoz] Fonzie with a Potsie flow Hustle, you can’t knock it hoe! You catch a bad beating, you was reaching, shoulda dropped it We breached the main entrance, time to come up out cha pockets slow My nine is nickel-plated, right? Yo shit is out-dated Done fathered litters of you rappers I done procreated Yo shine is prorated; Kaoz is yo favorite’s favorite Toll booth gang; send ya through the changes Now ya losing major sleep, it’s a no-brainer Toss em out like complainers Need to put they shit on hangers Do the Macarena while you vomit on my dang-a-lang nigga! [Repeat Hook] [Verse 2: I.K.P.] I lay the law for the laymen Unleashing a litany of literature specifically for Literal liberal lyrical radicals All across latitudes with larger-than-life attitudes In sync with my synapses You freaks cannot bash me When you sin more than Vegas and Cincinnati I see all the stunt queens sending pics of their pricks And flicks of their boobs Add porn to ya resume Not sweating lames whose only goal in life, is sticking dames Sex is always on ya mind, guess you must have dick for brains Who needs Playgirl when you putting em out of business? Look at all these fake celebutantes putting out their business Ya looking like your losing it, shit’s about to get insane When they name a freeway after me I won’t need a different lane! I know that this is new to you Got everything to prove to you Every reason to be rude to you There isn’t much you could do All I hear is excuses, dude I snap on closet faggots when I hear them tell ya steer clear of queers out of fear Here’s my main question, it seems to lack an answer How are you raising standards when you’re kneeling, not standing? Not even understanding Of course you cannot stand me You’re no Indian chief; you’re just Sitting on Bullshit My flagrant undercurrents warrant fiery adornments The day that I bring hell, I’m a storm with torrents of torment [Repeat Hook] [Kaoz] Pay homage!