Chess

Lyrics

[Intro: Walter "Walt" Lloyd (Malcom David Kelley) & John Locke (Terry O'Quinn)] What is it, like checkers? Not really, it's a better game than... checkers. It's the oldest game in the world Did they have dice and stuff? But theirs weren't made of plastic. Their dice were made of bones. Two players. Two sides. One is light, one is dark. Do you want to know a secret? [Verse 1: Bukshot] Pawns on the front, line knights in position Bishops on the flank, awaitin' my decision Rooks in the sniper nest guardin' the queen Smokin' Joe is on the thronе, hail to the king I see that hoodie that you're wеarin', I'm not feelin' 'em Dark heart and it's blacker than obsidian I've been in the shadows watchin' from the trenches Hang 'em from the gallows, on some Brotha Lynch shit You went all the way soft, boy, you in some trouble now Cut your fuckin' face off, wear it to your mother's house (To your mother's house) Now just imagine where that conversation goes Ain't got to say a word, yeah, 'cause you already know (You already know) [Chorus: Bukshot] I don't play checkers, just chess Moves are intentional, no guess Executed protocol, no stress As I mask, cutthroat 'em all, say less Come make a move, I'm The Mob Boss I'll show these fools a fall Must survive the game at all costs Wipe the names and blood on walls [Interlude] Do you have any idea how badly I wanna kill ya? [Verse 2: Bukshot] Come, take a journey with me In the mind of a hater, only then will you see That evil runs deep in the surface beneath Keep your mind focused, only then you'll believe That these bitches got it out for you, I've been in the war room Plottin' out chess moves, welcome to your doom Trust me when I tell you I've been watchin' y'all for many moons Promise you revenge is comin' soon, a whole platoon of Lunes I even marched for a couple of these sheep The shepherd was lost and led 'em to the deep A wolf in disguise leadin' with a weak narrative Move into position, checkmate on these heretics [Chorus: Bukshot] I don't play checkers, just chess Moves are intentional, no guess Executed protocol, no stress As I mask, cutthroat 'em all, say less Come make a move, I'm The Mob Boss I'll show these fools a fall Must survive the game at all costs Wipe the names and blood on walls [Outro] One of these days, sooner or later, I'm gonna find a loophole in the flank. And when we do, I'll be right here. Always nice talkin' to you. Nice talkin' to you too