CHECKMATE ( Boom Bap, East Coast, Hip Hop, Rap, Underground )

Описание: CHECKMATE

( Boom Bap, East Coast, Hip Hop, Rap, Underground )

LYRICS:

It’s a game of inches...

Every move you make, the floor could open up.

Keep your eyes on the board.

The pavement is a grid, we moving like the bishops
Avoiding all the traps and the fake-hearted wishes
I seen the kings fall for a piece of the pie
While the pawns on the corner are the first ones to die
The sky is slate grey, the air is freezing the breath
One wrong step and you’re dancing with death
I keep my circle tight, my intentions are hidden
Eating from the tree where the fruit is forbidden
Gold chains turning green, the envy is contagious
We writing dark chapters on these empty white pages.

It’s a cold game, watch how you rotate
Life is just a gamble at the iron gate
No kings, no queens, just the hollow scenes
Chasing for the power by any means
Checkmate.
Yeah, no escape.

I’m the queen on the board, moving diagonal lines
I can see the betrayal in your shifty designs
You talk like a giant but you walk like a ghost
The ones who brag the loudest usually lose the most
I got a mind like a razor, a heart like a stone
Building up an empire while I’m sitting alone
The crown is heavy, and the price is the soul
Tryna keep my balance while I’m losing control
Check the diagnostics, the strategy is flawless
In a world that’s divided, chaotic and lawless.

You see the move?

I saw it three steps ago.

Then why you still standing there?

Waiting for the trap to snap.

It’s a cold game, watch how you rotate
Life is just a gamble at the iron gate
No kings, no queens, just the hollow scenes
Chasing for the power by any means.

Game over.

Reset the board.

Same time tomorrow?

If we make it...