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