Checkers

[Intro] You're a prisoner here now [Verse 1] Suit of calluses, active and moving callous Anomaly in the algorithm, do the algebralculus I'm all of Alexandria's information in aggregate Ruling elder giving you the hell that melt the valuables Riddances, grid at my back, I'm in the diagonals Evolving, shiv in his back, he shatter the manacles Man down, damnit, can he manage the variables? Manually override these overnight Emmanuels Man, m-m-m-mayday, it's the tapering of the straightaway The making of a bedlamite, the straightening of the theta wave Working on a way to cure this sudden inexplicable Urgency to secure a sure-shot-shaped paperweight Pay the man, simultaneously in survival mode And looking like a hundred violations of the fire code Designed to die alone, moments out the styrofoam But not before these no-names go the way of the dial tone, don't [Interlude] Yo, could you do me a favor? Could you go to the Black Hole Superette, please? And can you grab me any, anything that has a warning label on it that says something bad's gonna happen to you from the product Can you bring me one of those? Don't Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't [Verse 2] Staring at the sun until one of us blinks When it does, I'm running for the tunnels, hater blood in the Krink Bloody hell, every day, I wake and one-up a king Whose kingdom come to refer to me as "you wonderful thing" One of the filthiest fish in the azure Cut a political actor to particulate matter Should it present as a pattern, put the pig out to pasture This ain't that action figure in the original package, we in the shit with the taggers Bastards and bullies and baddies and bitches and bummers Who shuffle out of the shadows with the limbs of another Trapjaw's head, Stay-Puft arms and the cape of Vader Over rollerblading Barbie with a bow from Hank the Ranger Bullseyein' danger, I'm a surgeon at seventy yards As long as the target is not a Snellen chart Hello from the hell and back to autograph an X-mark Leaving the treasure for the next man, the best part, don't [Chorus] Don't show up at the get-down Talking that holy as if you ain't hell-bound Similarly, don't show up at the get-up Talking that hellish as if you ain't blessed up Just, just don't (Don't) Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't, don't, don't (Just, just don't) Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't [Verse 3] I'm on a higher kinda of prowess I'm somewhere in the melee while I'm somewhere doing tai chi on a mountain Only out of bed to pick the lock and smuggle in his Visigoths Who'd love to redesign the hillside little box by little box Or get these businesses to page a stranger on they intercoms The kind that sound real 'til you realize they did you wrong Oh, this is definitely checkers, I don't play chess I sack a city, atlases actually weigh less After, mermaid leather in the truck It's only in poor taste if you ain't never been the one Pickle the hand of whoever signal his mans That's a five-wick candle and a bib in the sand My advice is don't approach him whether sobbing in the copy room Or eating hot pretzels in the mezzanine at Nas and Wu Or at the hobby shop with Hanni copping model glue Or meeting Bobby at the Bronx Zoo [Chorus] Don't show up at the get-down Talking that holy as if you ain't hell-bound Similarly, don't show up at the get-up Talking that hellish as if you ain't blessed up Just, just don't (Don't) Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't, don't, don't (Just, just don't) Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't, don't