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Checkmate An Old Stale Mate

She used you as a pawn while trying to disarm me
She didn't know that I'm the last of a dying breed
A pedigree of kings who'll keep fighting 'til the end
Capable of capturing queens just by the use of my pen

I pin down knights and fight to win by any means
Moving strategic with logic without spilling the beans
Like in the scene from Juice, I'll reduce her Bishop
Dropping 'em with a rook hook; killing her kinship

There's no friendship in war over a sixty-four squared board
Eight by eight 'til checkmate, so do what you can afford
Cause I'm as Ford tough as an off-road, big bodied truck
Sending head shots that'll pop his top if he doesn't duck

Four hundred bucks being chucked at her old, bitter soul
Guess that wasn't enough cause now she's gotten sole
Stole one more precious than gold so there'll be no en passant
I'm choosing to dismantle and handle it all like a savant

Even Avant's music can't cajole an old, stale mate
December fifth twenty twenty one's the final date
I can't wait and that'll be the day that I'll be free
Now I'll just focus my scope & aim it at a degree
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
Author's Note
For the Chess or Death comp
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