Текст песни Checkmate - TKO , KING A-K

TKO, MR. AK

Knock knock open up, it's your nightmare
Thief in the night air, rule with the right hand
Vipers and taipans, lions and tigers
We've been through the jungle, our team be the finest

Which cunt, what one? Tell a cunts skip
Making the cash, while you're struggling to pay tick
Home where the brave live, pussies they claim it
Won't stop 'til we made it in jail, now we famous

Irish goon getting drunk 'til i pass out,
Kicked out the pub 'cuz my hands like to throw down
Heavy hitters on my side, and we take charge
Composed tracks on the street, gutter Mozart

Mountains ain't shit, when you learn how to fly
When it's time then you'll die, at your funeral they'll cry
Leave my voice and my rhymes, and my name on a grave
On a stone on a plaque, saying always took charge

Fuck you, fuck him, fuck every cunt
Stepping with pepper and streets we be credited
Cash in our eyes and it's all for the Benjamin's
Spit on the judge, if we standing for sentencing