Checkmate Summer

Name: Checkmate Summer
Duration: 278 s
Description: Checkmate Summer by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “It’s Checkmate Summer, bodies on the pavement, Giants kiss concrete, empires get razed quick. One call…”

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Checkmate Summer lyrics

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Intro

Dice skitter cross the curb, sodium lights bleed orange. One nod from the throne and the whole strip goes silent.

Verse 1

Steam curlin’ off wet asphalt, trap phone burnin’ my palm. Rivals pushin’ weight through my corridors, thinkin’ I’m calm. Count steps from the stoop to the stash, nine in the clip, one in the chamber. Heart colder than the concrete under January anger. Word dropped like a gavel in the dark, no echo, no warnin’. Executive Order: wipe the slate, leave the block in mournin’. Dust settle slow where the old heads used to stand tall. Message carved in chalk outlines, don’t test the protocol.

Chorus

It’s Checkmate Summer, bodies on the pavement, Giants kiss concrete, empires get razed quick. One call from the throne and the shadows get vacant, The Executive Order, close the book, end the statement.

Verse 2

Midnight strip, red dots dancin’ like fireflies on glass. Convoy creep slow, thinkin’ cameras ain’t watchin’ they ass. Old head who taxed corners for twenty blood seasons, Now leakin’ on Italian leather, payin’ for his treason. No sirens yet, just the hiss of a suppressor’s kiss. Surgical, quiet, street scripture: betray and cease to exist. Smoke twist past busted streetlights, ghosts in the haze. King of the proxies learn death don’t grant no stays.

Bridge 1

Red circles on the map, X’s over familiar names. Crown heavy when loyalty only lives in flames. Every alley got debts, every corner got ghosts. City hold its breath while the reaper do the most.

Verse 3

October rain slappin’ cracked row-house panes, Ops in the basement, dogs strainin’ at chains. Most wanted ghost cornered in a stormwater drain, Cryin’ to the dark while the zip-ties bite his veins. Pyramid fold like wet cardboard in the gutter. Whole clique scatter, dreams turn to ash and clutter. Caliphate visions die quiet in the mud. Wolf finally ate, now the pack run with new blood.

Chorus

Verse 4

Southside warehouse, fluorescent tubes buzz like trapped flies. Lieutenant who flipped now beggin’ through swollen eyes. Tied to a chair, duct tape mufflin’ his pleas. Talked to the feds for a lighter sentence, weak disease. Blade work clean, no mess on the plastic sheet. Bodies dissolve in barrels, secrets stay discreet. Word travel fast when examples get made. Trust is a currency only the loyal get paid.

Bridge 2

Last piece on the board, palace gates rattlin’ loose. Chains drag cross marble, echo like bad news. Circle closin’ tight, no corner left to run. History books writin’ how the old reign got undone.

Verse 5

Dawn break crimson over the projects I now own. From the stoop where it started back to the throne of stone. Every rival name crossed off in red ink that don’t smear. Block breathe easy for the first time in years. Kids play in streets that used to echo with shots. Old fears buried deep in vacant lots. Storm rolled through, left the crown on my head. Executive Order: the new law is spread.

Chorus

Outro

Ledger balanced, red ink finally dry. Sirens fade south, gulls cry over the sky. Memory set in concrete, crown fits alone. The Executive Order, new king on the throne.

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