Checkmate

[Letra de "Checkmate"]

[Estribillo]
Fuck, fuck, you-you-you make, you-you-you make the [?]
Yes, you don't understand what they facing

The wrong, the-the wrong wanna fuck, fuck with
Everything on my side is lookin' alright

[Verso 1]
Yeah, I hated how this shit was run, I always got it done
Me siento afortunado porque en boca nunca faltó el pan
Wow! Debated when I rap by some, I guess you lose some
Pongo los 36 Chambers de Wu-Tang
Giga-heart! I took the risk and rode the loop
I dodged the hood durmiendo en un sofa de Williamsburg
I went all in, I had to shuffle back the cards
Me desplumaron y volví para rеinar como Porsche en Le Mans
La vida еs una, apunté a la luna
El horizonte con el mar mi punto de fuga
Man, too legitimate when I spit these verses
You're more fake than Chinatown's purses (You just don't get it B)
I make music, doesn't mean that I forgot to write
Si solo rapeara, you'd have to learn how to pray for your life
It's just facts, you're obsolete like faxes
Bars on beat-boxes que cortocircuitan tu sinapsis
This rap shit ain't doing me justice, mi sintaxis
Digna de sentar cátedra! My pen es el mástil
You gotta trust this individual, I make the wind blow
Se hincha la vela mayor with the strength of Mike Vic throws
You wish I had quit a long time ago
I know your chick´s checking my IG on the low
Sé la capacidad que tengo y donde lo mantengo
No vas a ver a Michael Jordan vestido de Artengo
Don´t make me snap on these bitches!!

[Estribillo]
Fuck, fuck, you-you-you make, you-you-you make the [?]
Yes, you don't understand what they facing

The wrong, the-the wrong wanna fuck, fuck with
Everything on my side is lookin' alright

[Verso 2]
Wish I could break down this lyrical gift
Inevitably is unexplainable, they say, the way these flows depict
I get attached to the beat in unique ways
Mi voz un instrument, it doesn't drawn in the deep bass
Se eleva, left this place flotando in these heat waves
Genera a type of energy MCs get displaced
El uno en la tabla periódica eleva'o al cuadra'o
Pero con otra masa, todavía no la han calcula'o
Noches largas de escritura, de literatura
Pura, como Ludwig, Zaha y Norman en la arquitectura
¡Qué desmesura, hasta Le Corbusier pidiendo ayuda!
¡Gastro-bars! Convierto MCs en makis reboza'o en tempura
I'm in the mood to hoop después de ver The Last Dance
Paso del club, del look de moda, ¿ves? Not once
Verás que me echo atrás, yo, wit any of these cats
Os voy a silenciar a todos como group-chats
Tags en las paredes, en los márgenes y en el estuche
Fan de los trenes, comer, viajar; confío que me escuches
De progresar, hacer pensar y sentir
Se trata al planeta como si hubiera otro a donde ir
Sé que te encantaría que me lo dejara!
Yo aquí adherido como a la protesta Víctor Jara
I gotta let 'em listen, 'bout to have 'em missing
Ni si quiera estoy al 100, I'm practising
God damn, No te la juegues man, I'm tellin you

[Estribillo]
Fuck, fuck, you-you-you make, you-you-you make the [?]
Yes, you don't understand what they facing

The wrong, the-the wrong wanna fuck, fuck with
Everything on my side is lookin' alright

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