chess rap

I'm the Chess Gansta'

Bangin' for real,

I'm no pranksta,

So the ladies squeal.

Party wi duh Queen

On the westside

Flashin some green

On the southside

I have a gambit called Evans

Make you piss your pants

And squeal "good heavens!"

While I do my dance!

I'll show my Benoni

When you push d4

You're a phoney bologna

And I'll show you the door.

Russian or Italian,

You got no game,

I'm a gangsta' stallion

And you're just lame.

So it's Martel when I win,

One pawn as strong as your knights,

It's Martel when we play again,

You won't even put up a fight.

This has got to be the best thread ever on chess.com

I think so too. We should make a rap group, to post rhymes and/or battle each other. Could be a bitta fun!

re evans as black accept retreat then counter even with a knight sac then use queen to eat them lovely pawns

back to the rhythm board for you, Talfan1

I don't mean this personally but bitch, you're done

ahh a response that makes me smile but im a flea bitten mutt and have been done by better

try the line as black v evans its wild youd love it

you say you've got fleas, well, please, I'll make you bleed

stick my Bishop through your knee and pull it out through your teeth

and I'm feeling pretty good because you're not even a challenger

no danger to me, I'm staying up on my vantage point, huh ;)

rhyme what reason i commit treason for you id sac a king as its the only way youd win anything

oho! look out now mad, a new kid on the block

don't worry too much though, he ain't even able to shock

look at him, kid trying to be Sergeant Slaughter of ciphers

frankly, I've seen better shit dropped in my baby brother's diapers. 

lol now that was funny

will claim that as my victory, then. ;) heh, thanks.

here (empties pockets) take all i have but try not to use it all at once as their is only a finite amount of fluff in the world

Actually, I do enjoy it! Long live the Queen in the home of Captain Evans!

In the book where our fates are stored,

Destiny is sometimes crass.

Some excel at the chess board,

Some at watching shit fall from ass.

The pieces are black or white, not brown,

You can't write moves on toilet paper,

Pack your Prep H and get out of town,

And move on to your next shitty caper!

Your about to see that battling me is no cup of tea,
My mainline raps give you no equality.

Racking your brain to find a crack in my rhyme, but im not faulting this line, not this time.

Hour thirty on the clock but no sign of me slowing or halting,
Rhymes flowing so hot, tactics molten
Lyrical assaultin', better shelter before I melt ya.

Sypher the life outa your position
Pieces in strife, bad condition,
Giving a lashin, Tarraschin' your pieces
Turn them down a few clicks, can't hear a peep.

Lyrics so deep Rybka needs to search 50 ply lifelong.
What? no good reply?
I guess this was a ZugzSONG.

Now I ain't rehearsed this rhyme, but I'm gonna spit a whole verse this time, and for you it's gonna get a whole lot worse this time, cos this ain't no nursery rhyme, but when I look at your wins I stare in wonder, oh wait, that's a glaring blunder, it's cos you won lots of games against thirteen-hundreds, and I see you play the English, how very distinguished, or at least it will be until the fire's extinguished, and I'll make your advantage relinquish, and if the position reached deadlock, then I'll put you in a headlock, I wonder how long 'til this thread's locked?

Locked? What foolery, is your head knocked? Such verbose toolery ought to be socked. This thread is chocked with fine witty stock and won't run down its time (unlike you who gets clocked) so ready your rhymes and polish your lines 'cuz we gonna rock, let's go! (presses clock)

do you like the little guy , the underdog, the one without a face. I say then, gaze upon the pawn then for his steps are sure and they hold no disgrace.Some say , they tend to travel by numbers, by two or by three, but most feel its simply a matter of safety and past history.

And what of the Bishop, I ask of you, Call her the dicer and slicer of the crew. No doubt, she has struck fear into many a foe, a word to the wize, look for her hard on the square of woe.

And then theres the Rook, Aloft, standing in the corner, sorta on the end,the selfless one. similiarly likened unto the saints of old, his ways are straight and really quite bold. but should any one insist, persist and mount an all out attack, count it for certain that he has the king's back 

And forget not the knight bounding from square to square, seemingly he has no limits and does not seem to care.move left, counter right, in the end all horses must die be they black or be they white.

In a silent room,two chairs,one board and ever a glance,lyes a game of lifeless cunning and even a little chance.

very nice babes... you always have a way with words...LOL