Artist: Apocalipps Album: The Get Right Song: Check Mate Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Apocalipps] Whatever you decide to do, You better be the best at it muthafucka, (I hear you, I hear you) You hear me, I'ma teach you how to play this game man shit is real, (I'm serious man) This is a game man, I want you to do something for me [Apocalipps] Study the streets, Study your man, Study your broad Yeah, Watch your paper, Watch the board Everything counts, One mistake will cause you to lose Remember thinkin the clocks runnin down, Go ahead it's your move Apocalipps, Take over begins now I'm tryna lock this shit down, Don't try to be my friend now Check out my style, My pops blessed me well I spit that raw street shit to blow your SP-12 Must I fail, (Uh huh) Choke you till your face get pale Or have the sheriff from bloodhounds tryna trace your trail, (Trace us) Yeah I know snitches, But ask me do I know biscuits And I shoot with both of my hands, I'm all-istic I'm so Christmas, Give ass wippens, I'm so gifted My clique's demented, Crazy ex-cons that's born twisted, (What now) I run fast, But you might get away, I'm far sighted I stay drunk and one of my fingers got arthritis He said I can't spit for this paper, Son's wrong That's why I charge his ass $12.99 for one song, (What else) And one hook, And my shit is tight like a virgin Since I respect the game I'll let you all cop a bootleg version But that's for half price, And most of yall niggas are half nice I don't discriminate, Whoever you are I smash mics I steal bikes, Car too, Plus ice And I'm quick to add man, Don't even pull out no dice Tuff guys, They never live long, Remember that bully Somebody emptied 12 shots inside his Timberland hoody Bloodied his clothes, Raw coke and bloody your nose And I just smoke that haze shit that didn't gully it shows Skully from hoes, Got my nuts about to explode Matter fact, Ahh, I'm done yo Truck let's roll Ten Dutches, Staten Island cats bump this Funk Flex, Clue, Storm, And they all want this Apocalipps, I'm the hardest and yall niggas retarded And when I kill your mixtape Pa, Don't press charges And I'm about to take the game, Yall nigga just wait Matter fact game over muthafucka, Check mate