[Intro: I.K.P. and Kaoz]
Yo K, (ayeee!)
It’s the King of Positivity up in here! (ohhh!)
Ya know a while ago
A young king said
Life is like a chess game
Ya gotta make your next move your best move
So for all these lil peasants out there (Ay yo son!)
That wanna check somebody (Which one of ya’ll checking me?)
We gon show em how some real kings call Checkmate
Ya dig what I’m sayin’?
[Hook]
Fuck a microphone
MEGAPHONE!
Bout ta call ya out
Reign of terror, heavy downpours from the tallest cloud
(WHOA!) don’t cha see these angry seas charging loud?
(AYYEEE!) Betcha notice kings when they walking proud
Fuck a microphone
MEGAPHONE!
Bout ta call ya out
Reign of terror, heavy downpours from the tallest cloud
(WHOA!) don’t cha see these angry seas charging loud?
(AYYEEE!) Betcha notice kings when they walking proud
(Whoaaa!) Who checking me? I am calling Checkmate!
(Whoaaa!) Who checking me? I am calling Checkmate!
[Verse 1: Kaoz]
Just show respect or I’m a disconnect your breast plate
No second guess on who’s the best, the record’s set place
Check my sex face; it’s beat for the gods
You put up more facades to blend in like you camouflage
Sweet like remoulade, Kaoz will run you hard
Like a track coach, fools approach, I stomp the yard
Procedural execution, it’s the realest evolution
You gon’ witness, trust I is da best, solution
To this damn world economy, I’ll probably
Monopolize some property
Shockingly I dropped a couple hot emcees
Made em push they shit back, showed em what they wanna be
You can thank me later son, I live for spanking haters
Every year out-ranking haters
Dull razors can’t fade us
Ignoring known protocol
[I.K.P.]
Hook up wit Palacio!!
[Kaoz]
Fonzie with a Potsie flow
Hustle, you can’t knock it hoe!
You catch a bad beating, you was reaching, shoulda dropped it
We breached the main entrance, time to come up out cha pockets slow
My nine is nickel-plated, right?
Yo shit is out-dated
Done fathered litters of you rappers I done procreated
Yo shine is prorated; Kaoz is yo favorite’s favorite
Toll booth gang; send ya through the changes
Now ya losing major sleep, it’s a no-brainer
Toss em out like complainers
Need to put they shit on hangers
Do the Macarena while you vomit on my dang-a-lang nigga!
[Repeat Hook]
[Verse 2: I.K.P.]
I lay the law for the laymen
Unleashing a litany of literature specifically for
Literal liberal lyrical radicals
All across latitudes with larger-than-life attitudes
In sync with my synapses
You freaks cannot bash me
When you sin more than Vegas and Cincinnati
I see all the stunt queens sending pics of their pricks
And flicks of their boobs
Add porn to ya resume
Not sweating lames whose only goal in life, is sticking dames
Sex is always on ya mind, guess you must have dick for brains
Who needs Playgirl when you putting em out of business?
Look at all these fake celebutantes putting out their business
Ya looking like your losing it, shit’s about to get insane
When they name a freeway after me I won’t need a different lane!
I know that this is new to you
Got everything to prove to you
Every reason to be rude to you
There isn’t much you could do
All I hear is excuses, dude
I snap on closet faggots when I hear them tell ya steer clear of queers out of fear
Here’s my main question, it seems to lack an answer
How are you raising standards when you’re kneeling, not standing?
Not even understanding
Of course you cannot stand me
You’re no Indian chief; you’re just Sitting on Bullshit
My flagrant undercurrents warrant fiery adornments
The day that I bring hell, I’m a storm with torrents of torment
[Repeat Hook]
[Kaoz]
Pay homage!
