Invisible Chess lyrics

(Verse 1)
Hand game nice, you don't wanna scrap with me
Plus I always keep the motherf*ckin' strap with me
as*h*le at the bar the Billy Batts in me
I throw a four punch combo mad quickly
Why you think I’m always rhyming so passionately?
Why you think I lay out the violence graphically?
If you was smart you would never wanna clash with me
Nonito Donaire, the Filipino Flash in me
And I always got gun on my waist
And the bullet go through either your stomach or face
Disrespect anybody, I don’t run or get chased
I’m DJ Magic Mike, god, pumping the bass
I don’t like human contact up in my space
Or you'll likely get a ball bat up in your face
pus*y rapper you are a f*cking disgrace
I’m children of the Corn, Killa Cam god, running with Mase,stupid

(CHORUS)
To me it's not a discussion it's invisible chess/
I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations/
..Have my pawns put you in check.../
f*ck it, who's to say what insane is../

(verse 2)
So your a shooter, boy? A gun man? Iron on your waist?
Rude bwoy i'll let the gemstar wine 'pon your face
You don't stand a chance muthaf*ckah, I'll lay you out on the corner
Like a stamp muthaf*ckah, I'm the champ muthaf*ckah
And this is my city, die with me if your live
Try to feel that vibe with me, Ravenous
Dig your b*tch back until it's cavernous
Rib shots, off the top rope and she ain't mad at it
Passionate, pass time persecuting pacifists
Crack baby-facts baby!, I'm just tryna manage it
I am the essence, what you would call hallucinations
Are windows, jump out of one you'll feel rejuvenated
f*ck it, who's to say what insane is?
Who's to say what a saint is? It's prolly the same sh*t
I learned a portion of that, when I was in stasis
Astonishment is an illusion just like the fame is, what?