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CHECKMATE! 11/27/02
my life is real;
check the thesis of a Bonafide mate;
born in a castle;
blessed by the archbishop before
my first thought of mischief;
crucified born again christians with
eight eye witness;
pawns deployed to expose strategic
codes;
adequate adversaries but this King's legendary
across the board;
known to enter the battle with armor
and shield,
first to the field last to sheath the steal;
smoking L's on horseback
at knight cavalry in black
we unleash the attack swiftly;
opponents retreat quickly
afraid of capture
caught up in poetical rapture
unable to avoid their queens untimely disaster;
sacrificed
a rook
and got laced with a left hoof,
take a picture
and study my look
go to barnes and noble and purchase my book;
change your tactics;
invade your backrow
now you are a defenseless
bastard;
I would end it quick,
but it's torture I'm after
without a single castle to support cha;
caught you slipping now I gotta deport cha;
running my ship is my top notch chick
holding her ground with surround sound;
strengthened by priest and shining armor
men of pride and honor;
searching for a glimmer of light,
but pawns blind your sight;
no where to run,
no where to hide
you need to quit or retire;
bow before a Bonafide sire
no chance for a stalemate,
it's victory at the gate,
transform my pawn to Queen,
Checkmate!
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CHECKMATE! 11/27/02
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