No matter the material you gathered cause id rather grab this draw of repitition, badger badger badger badger badger
You wont like me when im angry, like my boy mark ruffalo, and as we all know, Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo
Yalls rhymes is scrawny but i got a buff flow
Yo,
Ya aint gonna get into mah path.
I aint gonna tolerate ya.
Or trade witchya.
Bitch,
Yoh king gonna be a suicicadin bitch, and ima be like the Zionists versus ISIS execute your queen like Marie Antoinette in a guilitonne and put up the heads so we honer em and we can fock your son.
(MORE COMING SOON)
Intrinsic in all the remarks of Panaka:
A frantic manic panic
Ants up in his picnic basket
Erratic howls from the addict in his attic shatters a mirror that fractures into toxic perspectives that manufacture distractions in a desperate, irrational, hecitcness
............
This more or less manifests whe he plays chess
Keep me abreast of this perception of unrest, since
Each position i possess, you seem perplexed at the lesson, bitch
I'm ravenous; collapse every avenue you've explored
And what's more so, Mr. Rondo, that's only the board
But on the court, you got a champion ship but now we're seasick
Riding the rocky waves of your play, ask Michael Pietrus
pierce and kg came with motivational speeches
ray with the swishes, rondo, you know what a leech is?
Plant a bishop as a seed and see my strategic tree grow
Such a hassle to castle now, or even gazebo
A sea of pieces thrashin', my queen resemble a kraken
Emerges in a fashion unnerving to hapless patzers
I need only one Benoni to go Obi-Wan Kenobi
These aren't the moves you're looking for, I told Komodo, boldly.
I saw a lady playing chess, pieces stashed in her purse,
I asked if I could be her second, but she said I'd be her first.
She needed advice in her game real quick;
We conversed for a bit, and I gave her a tip,
And after that we even got around to some chess theory,
Now she goes to tournaments and it's a lot less scary
That was dumb. THis thread MUST die!!!!
from the score you can see
on the board my moves be
enough to simul a whole national team
my pieces move like a vendetta
sack your queen but I've seen bettah
alekhines gun is my beretta
and as the time runs you try to reset (the curse)
that makes your position (much worse)
like how every chessboard on tv has its colors reversed
but you're the worst
your moves lack the flow of this natural born pro
even Morphy's like whoa
and Capa had to step back
Korchnoi defected, and Bobby never came back!
and that's the force of the all time greatest
test me to mate? you must be a sadist
I'll can take yall where ya need to go
back to my hoood down in dem oods...
we do it difrent 'round here dat right
but we do it real good and we do it all night
you really wanna know how it feels
to rock a noob
bust a sutter tube?
jump on in then mang and tell ya friends
lets raise some hell where the county line ends
Check my endgames, rook, my technique's textbook
My play stays thunderous, like Russell Westbrook
Your play stays blunderous, like clunky guesswork.
I collect purse at tourneys - you've a junkies' net worth.
I trap horses like Derby, strap you to a metaphorical gurney for your inexplicably disastrous journey. Gaffimous.
Gaffe-filled play, with no backbone, I'm giraffe-ish, homes. Your pieces play in a lil doggie park, mine Jurassic, I set a fantastic tone.
I beast on noobs like wesley, so shut the hell up, and don't bother tellin' me about a variation I didn't play - I was prolonging the agony of that dumb, persistent fella smell me?
That's the gas, for my stomach rumblings release from a certain one of my body's sphinctors - permeating the hall with stink, sir.
How post a game?
You've been here more than seven years, and you've been fairly active on the forums ... and you decide to ask a question like that in a thread titled "chess rap"?
What type of rap is this? Gangsta chess
I hold my own against masters and I spank the rest,
I respect the arbitors; nice to thank the refs,
Cripple defenses when I outflank your nest
Your position can't breathe as if I'm squeezing your lung,
I also drop in a reference or two to dung,
But I got a jet son, like the Jetson's son,
And I laugh at half-heroes as of yet unsung