[Verse] You came to play, but I’m the board’s boss, Chalk lines drawn, no room for loss. Your king’s in check, and your pride’s on pause— I’m moving smooth like a midnight clause. [Pre-Chorus] Trumpets scream, the pavement hums, This ain’t a game—this is where it comes. I’ve got the rhythm, you’re late for the beat, Let’s see what you’re made of, can you keep? [Chorus] Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! Smoke in the air, no time to rest. One move, one word, and you’re on the floor— I’m the king of the sidewalk, and this is my door. Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! I don’t need a crown, I’m already dressed. [Verse] You think you’re slick with your pawn attacks, But I’m the storm your small plans crack. I’m in your space, I’m in your mind— You’re just a shadow on this sidewalk sign. [Pre-Chorus] Trumpets scream, the pavement hums, This ain’t a game—this is where it comes. I’ve got the rhythm, you’re late for the beat, Let’s see what you’re made of, can you keep? [Chorus] Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! Smoke in the air, no time to rest. One move, one word, and you’re on the floor— I’m the king of the sidewalk, and this is my door. Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! I don’t need a crown, I’m already dressed. [Bridge] You thought you’d play? You thought you’d win? I’m the heat in the alley, the soul in the skin. The board don’t lie, the moves don’t fail— I’m the truth that never fails, I’m the one who’s pale? No—dark like smoke, deep like the street… You’re just a flash, I’m the pulse beneath the beat. [Chorus] Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! Smoke in the air, no time to rest. One move, one word, and you’re on the floor— I’m the king of the sidewalk, and this is my door. Checkmate, motherf***er—bass line in your chest! I don’t need a crown, I’m already dressed. [Outro] Checkmate… (Trumpets fade like smoke) One move… (Beat drops, then stops) You’re gone… (Silence, then a single chalk scratch on concrete)