Checkmate

Lyrics

[Intro] J Nyce Yeah! Yo! Yo! [Verse 1: Vision] We smokin', drinkin', and hustlin' all day The life of a rider pushin' on the yay Pussies stay away before I let the blammer spray Kushy bun all day, kill them blunts like my prey We're stalkin' enemies, you feelin' what I say These villains gotta pay and I gotta stay paid Fuckin' with my funds, you gonna meet my blade I'm 'bout to blow up like Pineapple grenades When the pin's out I'ma show you what sin about On a grim route for dough, always win bouts Grew up with nothin', now I never go without Got the game on lock like sticks in a Pit's mouth You 'bout to get smoked like spliffs in my bitch mouth Every track we make, nothin' but hits now M-A-R-M-E-L, I say that shit proud It's Marmel, yeah, yell that shit loud [Verse 2: SurRealist] Yo, when people understand you that's respectable logic Reflectable topic, shock kids like an electrical socket Unethical, get to talkin' some disrespectable gossip Have your girl on my carpet like a testicle profit But my man is sneerin', I'm feeling no vengeance near And I'm a second tier until we grip machines like engineer And better yet, I'm sick of death, I ain't finished my mission yet If I body you, best believe I'm includin' your silhouette Deep in the flow, so cold, I sleep in the snow You got no material and yet you reap what you sow Thirty deep in a row, homie can't compete with the cold I made one call, watch what you release and you fold And I love mine, give me a minute of thug time And you holdin' your insides and you showin' your bloodline Never a dumb crime, handle my tough times I've seen baggies flipped over, promotin' the dumb grind [Verse 3: Trissy] I stay hard 'round you suckers, you talkin' that dumb grind One time, pullin' out like I'm playin' the front line Punchlines comin' out and every one of them shine While all my diamonds are clear, you rust like a brake line Take time if you think you ever steppin' to my team My beams pour inside your eyes like it's Visine Try me, have you hookin' up to an IV I'm lettin' off slugs, that's exactly what your team sees me be I got my warriors with me A dime all the time and my actions still grizzly I rhyme like a Nine, got the extra clip with me On time with my lines like I'm serving the streets speed My fleets be number one with the J Nyce I hold the floor right like I'm grippin' an old mic We take the beat, we make the heat, slingin' it so nice When mama be with J Nyce, you know it be a cold night