My baby stunting like Tony Starks, your baby got stomped by Rosa Parks,
While my baby stays razor sharp, on the retalitation tip,
Your baby stays confused, head spinning, split upper lip.
My baby, he got confidence.
Your baby, he got conned, no defence.
My baby's Knight rode the Bishop home for central board control,
Your baby training to be a pawn position C4, about to get rolled.
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