Chessmonster

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Chessmonster, wild as Charles Bronson Fresh from the valleys of hell and half conscious Fire in the bellies of sin Warped minds of a maniac, writes with the poisonous ink Sitting looking how this rap thing changed Now they wanna rap gangster, never even seen cocaine You've let Scarface into your mind You're not thugging Real ain't hard to define You're not thugging Listen up cousin, it's me; Big C-H-E Double S, M-O-N-S-T E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 So, what [Verse 2] They wanna fill my socks with propaganda In the chip shop where I clocked salamander Slap fake rappers in turn as indication Step to the stage and I'll burn your invitation New cats look at my term I've been around for a while, and I ain't never see a crook with a perm Me and weed's like a book and worm Stay close to the kerb Spit fire, then I look at you burn I'm gone (Gone, gone) Rap Manson, watching the protocol That's me, them bars hit Gorilla-Man I was real when B-Real could kill a man Bringing multiple cutthroats and kilograms Rap genie, see me than I disappear Sicker than the (chop, chop) brare with the missing ears Fed your girl them Es I'm surrounded by landmines, for real, blud You don't want to step to these Just listen to mine The C-H-E Double S, M-O-N-S-T E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 And (yuh!) [Verse 3] On the mic as wild as young Billy Me I burn pipes and itals, fuck phillies I'm backwards, dirty white face in a black hood Rough-gritty, I was raised where they snatch goods I remember the punks with mohicans Sniffing up the glue on the blocks the whole evening Suddenly the roughnecks came to start eating I was in the square with bars, my heart beating This rap thing took the biggest part of me then Impartially a half of me has been a part of my pen After me, halve of them have started barking again And part of me'll start a trend and say it's hard to defend So please, shoot some breeze The C-H-E Double S, M-O-N-S-T E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 And (yuh!) [Verse 4] In the street with stars and rap ninjas Lost in this shield of steel, the Batfinkers Grand slam, banging on my chest like Tarzan Barsman, and a marksman with a fast hand Never carry no gun I'm not thugging Listen up cousin, you're bugging The way you're fucking with these Not loving, and you will get a clubbing Please, no more breeze All love in the game A little time and I've sewn more seeds More police, more guns But there's no more weed So, please, grow them trees The C-H-E Double S, M-O-N-S-T E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 [Chorus] Please, grow them trees The C-H-E Double S, M-O-N-S-T E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 E-R, We are Just about to be In the presence of the finest from '93 And (yuh!) [Outro] ("Lost deep within in the soul of all mankind There is a hidden cauldron of terror Fed By the flames of madness")