Checkmate

Another remix, look it I took the time to fill up my book of rhymes These lines hit you like a fucking right hook in your side Other words a punch line just shook your mind Not a pawn, not rook, I'm a King, I'm a God playing chess, not checkers Word to Nicki Minaj cause I'm using the Queen to abuse you, checkmate, boo-hoo Luke's 'bout to eat Yeah, wanted me to remix and ride the beat like a BMX Killin' shit is a reflex so I just leave it dead like Jeffery Epstein, squeezing the neck Fear in your eyes I become Not beat then I hope I'm the demon that appears in your bed when you sleep I'm breathing down you neck, bout to feast on human flesh, I need to eat some Yum, pick a form of wicked torture I will rip your organs out your belly like a kid aborted, ligaments disjointed Prolly end up dead and stiff as rigor mortis Harder than a diamond, so much fucking ice An immigrant's deported, not a metaphor, just metamorphosis I'm turnin' into frickin' Rick and Morty as I sip a 40 You see I thought it was evident that I'm never puttin' Even if the devil kept me outta heaven, I'ma still gon' get up And if they gon' have to let me in, a rappin' God I never been a fan of any men who was tellin' me what I can and what I could'nt be I put in like these hundred extra work that I should'a when I just couldn't sleep I just got up every night and put the mic into the coffin It's a slaughter, every bloody beat Can't nobody fuck with me, I guess I gotta teach another utterly Better than, you invented it Ohh, ain't never gon' lose when I'm revvin' it Underrevvin' motherfuckers was there But then again I had to resurrect I comin' to get revenge, I'm bout to end You better go protect your head and neck Cause even if I never get my respect A middle finger, fuck, I'ma figure that I'd be bigger than you kiddies and amateurs Dammit I be rappin' better than you city 'til I'm kicking the bucket Never needed your pity, bitches go suck it I guess I gotta go talk to 'em Lot a people used to tell me it was way too hard To go spit these bars, I'd never be shit in this game I almost let my hopes get real, fuck that, I can rap sick Know the big excuses then I went and bought a mic just to make some music Now few years later even haters admit it Now my flow so raw that I'm no longer human Superman in the booth When I rap, I'm the truth When I attacking the tracks like a bat, that's a woo-haah Motherfuckin' Liu Kang They used to discount my skill like a coupon They used to sleep on my music like futons Yeah, but I grew strong Patiently waiting to move on you and murder you with the music I remixed a few of the new drops Something left for me to prove bitch I'm too hot