U-god - Chessboxing '09 lyrics

[U-God] That's me, that's right, yo, the Wu in the place Keep sh**tin' on me, til you blue in the face Veterans chase, circulate the rat race How the hell this dirt bag get on base? Bang the 808, when he go ape You just an eighth, I'm kilo weight Let me demonstrate, when I squeeze the raw I'm going for the throat, cup of season fall Honey wit the hips, make me leave the floor And it's blood, sweat & tears, got her bleeding more I'm a physicist, but I know what matters I'm not a doctor, but I'm losing my 'patients' I talk to the nation, with the deadly man*script Accurate long fire, mechanic grip Make the Titanic flip, from hip hop tonsil Head fly, head guy of the Jedi Council Throw me the alleyoop, scoop you off your feet You just a fluke, the proof is in the heat Bang on the industry, walk the tightropes Psycho thinker, a stinker, lyrical blitz Mix the coke batter like it's Miracle Whip Highly explosive, fire the wit Deadly venom stick, to the walls and bricks All I got is my dick and my balls, my last words I might swerve, it's just the tip of the iceberg Precise verbs, slice words, strike superb Hawkeye in flight, n***a, like the bird And I want it so bad, I can't fight the urge When money get tight, yo the spider splurge I'm on the urge, wit the k**a crystals Deep in the basement, building the missiles The last one missed you, here sniff two Big bags of Dopium, black top, jack mack tops Open 'em, now I'm scoping 'em Get your feet wet, I end this rhyme Wit a one, two, three step, yup