Invisible Chess

(Verse 1) Hand game nice, you don't wanna scrap with me Plus I always keep the motherfuckin' strap with me Asshole at the bar the Billy Batts in me I throw a four punch combo mad quickly Why you think I’m always rhyming so passionately? Why you think I lay out the violence graphically? If you was smart you would never wanna clash with me Nonito Donaire, the Filipino Flash in me And I always got gun on my waist And the bullet go through either your stomach or face Disrespect anybody, I don’t run or get chased I’m DJ Magic Mike, god, pumping the bass I don’t like human contact up in my space Or you'll likely get a ball bat up in your face Pussy rapper you are a fucking disgrace I’m children of the Corn, Killa Cam god, running with Mase,stupid (CHORUS) To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess/ I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations/ ..Have my pawns put you in check.../ Fuck it, who's to say what insane is../ (verse 2) So your a shooter, boy? A gun man? Iron on your waist? Rude bwoy i'll let the gemstar wine 'pon your face You don't stand a chance muthafuckah, I'll lay you out on the corner Like a stamp muthafuckah, I'm the champ muthafuckah And this is my city, die with me if your live Try to feel that vibe with me, Ravenous Dig your bitch back until it's cavernous Rib shots, off the top rope and she ain't mad at it Passionate, pass time persecuting pacifists Crack baby-facts baby!, I'm just tryna manage it I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations Are windows, jump out of one you'll feel rejuvenated Fuck it, who's to say what insane is? Who's to say what a saint is? It's prolly the same shit I learned a portion of that, when I was in stasis Astonishment is an illusion just like the fame is, what?