Bobby Fischer

For the scratch or the cheddar I'll split raps you remember

I'll be back in November with another stack of letters

Prove to the crews you're a shoo-in to lose What I do is amuse and improve what I do

Put time in the art you can find from the start I'm dividing the parts till my rhyming is sharp

I flex from the jump and connect with the funk, Leave your neck full of bumps when I impress from the trunk

Save what you can what I display with the pen, The remains of your friends you will never see again Make a wish to the stars when I hit with the bars, I'm Equipped with the charge that'll pick you apart

I leave with the props and achieve what you bought

I'm reading your thoughts as you bleed with the opps

When it's all said and done and I'm trending to one

Not a friend, use a bum and the end has begun

I'm Bobby Fischer in the chess match, bet that