Checkmate

LyricalKillaz, Pulling spiritual triggers. Sinners with scissors,

Thinking of cutting lyrical scriptures. While the industry only care about figures,

My thoughts differ, The rhymes I deliver, easier than looking in the mirror,

Throwing up fingers, Gang signs, Get with the program, Oh damn,

If this is too good for you listen to a slow jam the response I'm given,

Making me think I am good guy villain, my mission

is to refrain from being hidden from vision and never ending up in prison,

The way my rhymes are written, same way my mind been driven,

Rhymes I'm pencil'in in addition make you think this is a new edition.

Getting my crew into that new division theres a hip hop monster killing

everybody bitten.

 

They say my rhyming is too insane hopping lanes, lyrical bane,

with rage seeking straight through my veins.

Don't fuck with the wrong psycho, I make Eminem look sane.

Rushing with the blood gushing to my brain.

I want to spit real shit, Simple and plain,

but if not, get ready for some severe pain.

Watch when the killaz come reign,

Give a house a make over, Paint it with blood stains.

I got a morning exercise, shooting down planes, mounting terrains.

Don't underestimate the soul my body contains.

 

With the rhyme and the flow, I cause lyrical destruction,

I will prove it, all I need percussion. My rhymes are not soothing,

From the first bar we spit, Its obvious you're losing.

Be more careful in the disses that you're choosing.

I slay rappers, I do it with my eyes closed and my whole body backwards,

Punchlines hard enough to send you back 4 chapters.

Lines'll make you trip, so that's why we are the hazards. bitch.