[Chess Round One]
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round's through, wild dudes, gonna be waking the fuck up!
This finna be an amazing show, I just turned 18, 8 days ago
My nigga, I'm at a legal age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?
Chess is home, and ya'll finna get the best of N.O.M.E
Skin complexion on create a player...it's time to set the tone, Ave!
I hope you can scrap, you like to punch, I like to punch, I shoot the hands before shooting straps
But if you try to hide, you'll get clapped
If I gotta search his block, I find Ave with the Chrome.. Google Maps
Kick in his door, headshot, you'll be flat I got ninas
I walk in his crib, and remove the cap.. hit his rear.. it's like he's shot first the way I'm shootin' back
Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left, the 8 (theater) will be empty like the movie wack
Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop, then I'm piling other bodies on top
Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave like I'm supplying the block
Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave, he leaving Irving Plaza in the worst condition than Troy Ave
They gave me, your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay
Fire on Roc for getting big headed, but this is your N.B.A
Jam his face, pistol whip him, bet the [?] break
And 1 Youtube mixes, I had to get the handle taped
You ever had two twin nines? I can relate
Get it from my jeans/genes and air it (inherit) like family traits
Your parents got it but disappointed the kid, like he found out Santa fake
Guns with me, I keep 'em low like the grass in the land of snakes
He's high thinking he can handle Ray
Stay off the grass; Stanley's place
That was some bars from Chess, was it my hardest? Homie that's sick
(Breathe bro)
Don't hold me that's it
Growing up I was known for that fist
Got buffer and started loaded that clip
So when I'm holding that grip, the kickback...regular cause I'm getting too old for that shit
I'm God, the divine creator
And that nigga Daylyt? My son, I'm Devone's creator
If I can't get him from far I'll blam up close so the shot is greater
I miss Day so I had to bring it in like doctor papers
Yeah, look at him, silent, I was Th3 Saga's savior
And I was the one looking for guidance
So I stand here asking for help cause I gotta battle some harder niggas
I'm talking role models, father figures
Cause I ain't have a daddy myself
I guess facing a real nigga will make me challenge myself
When I was locked in with pussies I gave no fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt
Mag in the belt, and a long .44, Mac on the shelf
Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more
If we all go war, niggas shit will really get his scene
Army connects, we got our hands on damn near everything
With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game
Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name
Bang, flip his block, hit the spot then they drop; Tetris game
Grips will get tossed, if I get caught, I'ma lie about the shooting, that's a pop I would never claim
Cause I was sitting on that stoop and dad never came
He tried to reach for the grip, too late I caught him first on his shirt where I left his brain
This scrub couldn't get it out like that messy stain
Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll put a band on my finger, it's not a wedding ring
Weapons raised, out of the jeans
I [?] I'm a son of a gun and I made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen
A young nigga that saw things and it stayed with him
Your eyes is like a window to your soul and in mine you see pain in it
I was with them niggas outside, they used to play with it
They got low as soon as they did it
They hit licks and booked but they was page skimming
The dirt, I make you lay in it
I literally got a bullet with your name on it
So when I aim with it, I put Ave in the grave with something from Ave engraved in it
Should I let the pump, sawed off or the gauge split him?
The caliber or the snub, either take two out of the .40 or the .38's hit him
Two 23's like Jordan and James with him
Stay gripping, ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women
If my niggas run in his trap they coming out with the cake with 'em
I tell 'em, "Dunny move. Straight kill him."
And do the same thing to eight bitches
Or you get popped over this body, they got burned trying to make chicken
47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim
The K spitting but the Stans got him thinking DNA hit 'em
Body after body after body I'm shapeshifting
Cake Life
[Round 1: Ave]
I say yo
It's about time somebody finally put me face to face with this bitch
And that's great, cause I know you came with all the Cakes in this shit
But please, them niggas a disgrace
Cause if we keeping it simple just think O'fficial
We can see the Chess (chest) bigger than the Cakes
Cause you been running shit ace
But this where it get scorched though, you can't Skip with a Sharpe nigga, this ain't the sports show
Your boys know, but since they in your squad they gotta front, well I'm Nutso
Y'all seen me cause a problem from the jump, no
Scratch that, same reference, backtrack
You Nutso, meaning he would've been dead on the last Smack but I'm back
My nigga let's state facts, we don't spit the same
You can't touch a round on the floor, I'm no Twister game
I'm in a different lane, y'all lame put up the money
And this like the second Cake I done crushed, I got the munchies
Y'all want beef? Well come and get it
More than one way, G-Unit at the award, fighting Gunplay
So I hope this nigga jump, Ace
Cause right after he clocked out he getting 30 to eat, this shit a lunch break
No wait, he understand
I'm like a crackhead without a stem, if I lose it I start smoking with the can'
But I'm pulling with these hands, got advanced rumble skills
But since he want it with that cannon, I'll dump it, slump him still in his mother whip
Before he can peel the pops left him, hurt crying
Holding onto the wheel/Will like Uncle Phil
So fuck how you niggas feel
If them clowns get more braver
Straight to God, the 50 Cent/sent Cakes like bodegas
No wait up, and just in case your old broad step, hit the bitch that's running with you, now you Omar Epps on Higher Learning
The Hardaway nigga, well since your crew Crip, potato on the barrel, apparel will look like Blue Chips
What, you don't think I tote that strap? He'll get the picture
When rounds cover his head, the gun Kodak black
So if I snap and start popping that heater
They'll find Chess on his back with his views up, like it's not a PG
We can scrap, he'll get bruised up or a knot for G.P
Head clap and tilt his hat like he outta B.C
How he gon' beat me?
Cause if he disrespecting space in-between us
He gon' see more than my punches on these stages, the meanest
I'm finna show this, if I hit him in his face they ain't swingers
Niggas soft behind the counter, he like Ace at the cleaners
We ain't believers, you see cause ain't no bitch in my crew
So if you got a problem with one I'll bring the issue to you
That mean if Tay go I'm hitting you too
Y'all just gon' view an arm, swinging over Roc(k) like I'm Skip To My Lou
But if we shoot, better watch where you flame that fella
Tell him to put a beam on that [?] so he can aim that better
Cause when we bang that metal the first thing we draw on is the head, I guess he picked the wrong hangman letter
I'm with whatever, but my advice is move on quick
You throw a cap then it's coming back on some NuBorn shit
Two arms gripped, control kick, shoot y'all haters now ya teams stiff in a box, that's a Foosball table
They ain't gon' save you
I don't care if you trapping with ten people
I'll pull up in something Pitch Black, I'm Vin Diesel
Hop out with them twin eagles
I had to switch the strap, a couple shots make the Mac sound different like slim Sigel
We ain't equal, believe me, what they say? Just writtens
But it be leaking, that razor will leave his face cut vicious
See I ain't nothing like these Cake's up snitches
So play tough and disappointing (this a point in) Chess like A cup bitches
I'm on a mission, I told the nigga Smack to find me killers
He gon' bring a Chess game, knowing I'm Bobby Fischer
Let him try me on the gangsta shit
I bet he stop it when I drop him then I go in Chess (chest) pocket like a handkerchief
I blame the liquor niggas dranking on [?]
He gon' let that Paul Masson get him them pallbearers
Or hit with a long barrel cause we go beyond fighting
Watch Chess (chest) pains turn to the coffin (coughing) like bronchitis
I'm the nicest, so watch what you say or get pound Cake
Don't get gassed by this crowd, give me space and you wild safe
Cause if shit get foul, I might just have to break your pal face
So if you don't want these problems just stay in a child's place nigga
[Round 2: Chess] {21:45}
Almighty! We still cakin' the fuck up!
When this round's through, wild dudes, gonna be waking the fuck up!
This finna be an amazing show, I just turned 18, 8 days ago
My nigga, I'm at a legal age to get fucked up, the fuck's up?
Chess is home, and ya'll finna get the best of N.O.M.E
Skin complexion on create a player...it's time to set the tone, Ave!
I hope you can scrap, you like to punch, I like to punch, I shoot the hands before shooting straps
But if you try to hide, you'll get clapped
If I gotta search his block, I find Ave with the Chrome.. Google Maps
Kick in his door, headshot, you'll be flat I got ninas
I walk in his crib, and remove the cap.. hit his rear.. it's like he's shot first the way I'm shootin' back
Pull a gat, 'til there's nothing left, the 8 (theater) will be empty like the movie wack
Toolie clap, soon as I fire he drop, then I'm piling other bodies on top
Shit I'm putting Roc on Ave like I'm supplying the block
Toolies blast, I'ma destroy Ave, he leaving Irving Plaza in the worst condition than Troy Ave
They gave me, your boy Ave but I'd rather damage Tay
Fire on Roc for getting big headed, but this is your N.B.A
Jam his face, pistol whip him, bet the [?] break
And 1 Youtube mixes, I had to get the handle taped
You ever had two twin nines? I can relate
Get it from my jeans/genes and air it (inherit) like family traits
Your parents got it but disappointed the kid, like he found out Santa fake
Guns with me, I keep 'em low like the grass in the land of snakes
He's high thinking he can handle Ray
Stay off the grass; Stanley's place
That was some bars from Chess, was it my hardest? Homie that's sick
(Breathe bro)
Don't hold me that's it
Growing up I was known for that fist
Got buffer and started loaded that clip
So when I'm holding that grip, the kickback...regular cause I'm getting too old for that shit
I'm God, the divine creator
And that nigga Daylyt? My son, I'm Devone's creator
If I can't get him from far I'll blam up close so the shot is greater
I miss Day so I had to bring it in like doctor papers
Yeah, look at him, silent, I was Th3 Saga's savior
And I was the one looking for guidance
So I stand here asking for help cause I gotta battle some harder niggas
I'm talking role models, father figures
Cause I ain't have a daddy myself
I guess facing a real nigga will make me challenge myself
When I was locked in with pussies I gave no fucks like a bitch with a chastity belt
Mag in the belt, and a long .44, Mac on the shelf
Like his pimp hand ain't strong no more
If we all go war, niggas shit will really get his scene
Army connects, we got our hands on damn near everything
With this 5-7 I ain't playing an effing game
Wait, F in 5-7 that this little fella name
Bang, flip his block, hit the spot then they drop; Tetris game
Grips will get tossed, if I get caught, I'ma lie about the shooting, that's a pop I would never claim
Cause I was sitting on that stoop and dad never came
He tried to reach for the grip, too late I caught him first on his shirt where I left his brain
This scrub couldn't get it out like that messy stain
Bet money, I was blessed with aim, I'll put a band on my finger, it's not a wedding ring
Weapons raised, out of the jeans
I [?] I'm a son of a gun and I made that nigga a grandfather at fourteen
A young nigga that saw things and it stayed with him
Your eyes is like a window to your soul and in mine you see pain in it
I was with them niggas outside, they used to play with it
They got low as soon as they did it
They hit licks and booked but they was page skimming
The dirt, I make you lay in it
I literally got a bullet with your name on it
So when I aim with it, I put Ave in the grave with something from Ave engraved in it
Should I let the pump, sawed off or the gauge split him?
The caliber or the snub, either take two out of the .40 or the .38's hit him
Two 23's like Jordan and James with him
Stay gripping, ratchets on top of ratchets like gay women
If my niggas run in his trap they coming out with the cake with 'em
I tell 'em, "Dunny move. Straight kill him."
And do the same thing to eight bitches
Or you get popped over this body, they got burned trying to make chicken
47 on me and I'm looking for a Cave victim
The K spitting but the Stans got him thinking DNA hit 'em
Body after body after body I'm shapeshifting
Cake Life
[Round 1: Ave]
I say yo
It's about time somebody finally put me face to face with this bitch
And that's great, cause I know you came with all the Cakes in this shit
But please, them niggas a disgrace
Cause if we keeping it simple just think O'fficial
We can see the Chess (chest) bigger than the Cakes
Cause you been running shit ace
But this where it get scorched though, you can't Skip with a Sharpe nigga, this ain't the sports show
Your boys know, but since they in your squad they gotta front, well I'm Nutso
Y'all seen me cause a problem from the jump, no
Scratch that, same reference, backtrack
You Nutso, meaning he would've been dead on the last Smack but I'm back
My nigga let's state facts, we don't spit the same
You can't touch a round on the floor, I'm no Twister game
I'm in a different lane, y'all lame put up the money
And this like the second Cake I done crushed, I got the munchies
Y'all want beef? Well come and get it
More than one way, G-Unit at the award, fighting Gunplay
So I hope this nigga jump, Ace
Cause right after he clocked out he getting 30 to eat, this shit a lunch break
No wait, he understand
I'm like a crackhead without a stem, if I lose it I start smoking with the can'
But I'm pulling with these hands, got advanced rumble skills
But since he want it with that cannon, I'll dump it, slump him still in his mother whip
Before he can peel the pops left him, hurt crying
Holding onto the wheel/Will like Uncle Phil
So fuck how you niggas feel
If them clowns get more braver
Straight to God, the 50 Cent/sent Cakes like bodegas
No wait up, and just in case your old broad step, hit the bitch that's running with you, now you Omar Epps on Higher Learning
The Hardaway nigga, well since your crew Crip, potato on the barrel, apparel will look like Blue Chips
What, you don't think I tote that strap? He'll get the picture
When rounds cover his head, the gun Kodak black
So if I snap and start popping that heater
They'll find Chess on his back with his views up, like it's not a PG
We can scrap, he'll get bruised up or a knot for G.P
Head clap and tilt his hat like he outta B.C
How he gon' beat me?
Cause if he disrespecting space in-between us
He gon' see more than my punches on these stages, the meanest
I'm finna show this, if I hit him in his face they ain't swingers
Niggas soft behind the counter, he like Ace at the cleaners
We ain't believers, you see cause ain't no bitch in my crew
So if you got a problem with one I'll bring the issue to you
That mean if Tay go I'm hitting you too
Y'all just gon' view an arm, swinging over Roc(k) like I'm Skip To My Lou
But if we shoot, better watch where you flame that fella
Tell him to put a beam on that [?] so he can aim that better
Cause when we bang that metal the first thing we draw on is the head, I guess he picked the wrong hangman letter
I'm with whatever, but my advice is move on quick
You throw a cap then it's coming back on some NuBorn shit
Two arms gripped, control kick, shoot y'all haters now ya teams stiff in a box, that's a Foosball table
They ain't gon' save you
I don't care if you trapping with ten people
I'll pull up in something Pitch Black, I'm Vin Diesel
Hop out with them twin eagles
I had to switch the strap, a couple shots make the Mac sound different like slim Sigel
We ain't equal, believe me, what they say? Just writtens
But it be leaking, that razor will leave his face cut vicious
See I ain't nothing like these Cake's up snitches
So play tough and disappointing (this a point in) Chess like A cup bitches
I'm on a mission, I told the nigga Smack to find me killers
He gon' bring a Chess game, knowing I'm Bobby Fischer
Let him try me on the gangsta shit
I bet he stop it when I drop him then I go in Chess (chest) pocket like a handkerchief
I blame the liquor niggas dranking on [?]
He gon' let that Paul Masson get him them pallbearers
Or hit with a long barrel cause we go beyond fighting
Watch Chess (chest) pains turn to the coffin (coughing) like bronchitis
I'm the nicest, so watch what you say or get pound Cake
Don't get gassed by this crowd, give me space and you wild safe
Cause if shit get foul, I might just have to break your pal face
So if you don't want these problems just stay in a child's place nigga
[Round 2: Chess] {21:45}
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