Checkers

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[Intro: Your Old Droog]

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Uh, check it, uh
It's the repeated violator of beats, stayin' true to my niche
Opposing forces wanna box, but ain't got the reach
They tried to keep me in one spot, 'til I broke the leash
Used to be a sleeping giant, 'til they woke the beast
You outta place, couldn't tell you any different
You a welterweight and this the heavyweight division
I could split you like division, like karate men and stone
Separate the meat from bone and party at the throne
Whatever you can do, I can do better, uh
Whatever I can do, you can't do, never
I'm the best ever; forget the critics and whoever
I bet five mics what I write be like forever

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
I get to dumpin' like a hundred MACs
I keep them rap fiends comin' back, they gon' have to run it back
I'm like Usain Bolt, how I run the track
Plus I'm on attack, I react like a runningback
I get the sack like I'm Warren Sapp
I push the pack way across the map, then I bring a quarter back
To take a trip where it's tropical and water at
I slaughter cats
When it come to rap, I do all of that
It's the first-ballot hall of famer
I got control like a gamer
And flavors like the Now and Later
Disclaimer: don't play with fire, it can burn your fingers
This banger have you hittin' notes like a opera singer

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