Elzhi - Checkmate lyrics

Checkmate crown me king this loaded fo' fo' Will make you fold up like a yo-yo wrapped around a string Buck 'til it spray there's pen in my knuckle that sway That send trouble your way like NWA Ren coupled with Dre The secret is out the sneak peak leaked Now your speakers about to bust and just skeets skeets Victory's mine sick with the rhymes should be a crime Convicting me sentence it'd be a century's time You're not worthy to tangle with me You're not worthy to hang with a G Just dangle and hang from a tree The moment you feared and scared you know it This poet pierce a mere opponent and split his dome up From ear to ear for acting like he don't hear me clear I'm untouchable as a hole in a chastity belt and sheer brazier They all holler I'm ill over the beat Don't get overly beat the way your forefather Tore cottons from fields your forgot that the sk**s Put heads in a headlock shot you dead from co*kin' And still lead shed with a red dot Now these n***as eternally sleeping I think they personally prefer to be breathing Anyone versing me is certainly leaving The Earth surfacing the surface sea in this region Your dealing with the don a villain and a con artist Find the heart these k**ings still my feelings isn't gone Run in your place with wonderful grace Don't get stomped in your face I'll make Your lungs jump from your stomach and waist Toast gla**es for your host with the most cla**ic flows Of the coast you gasping like a ghost just 'rose From a close casket eLZion the guy to keep ya eyes on Until the day you die Satan fries in the skies gone Want him it's over with don't walk towards me with A chip on your shoulder you'll walk away with your shoulder chipped I stole a whip already high and racing deadly combination Like a itchy trigger finger with a load of clips I put a rapper to sleep I'm the wolf hara**ing the sheep Rolling gra** with a gla** full of drinks My real life clash with the ink this ain't fiction No I paint a picture that a flick would show Mean Chicks Fiends sticks for blow addiction dough restriction Rob your polo before popo roll in your jurisdiction Part of a new bread sparking this toolie You being wet like water on a garden that grew weed It's my time to reign I blind the game when I shine I ain't gotta combine these fine diamond chains