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letra de lose your queen (chess parody of eminem's "lose yourself") - young elo

[intro]
look, if you had one p-wn
one opportunity
to fork everything you ever wanted
would you capture it, or just let it slip?

[verse 1]
his p-wns are sweaty, king’s weak, forks are heavy
there’s vomit on his chessboard already, mom’s spaghetti
he’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop p-wns, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd coughs so loud
he opens his file, but the rooks won’t come out
he’s flagging, how? everybody’s laughing now
the clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blaow
snap back to reality, ope, there goes the tournament, ope
there goes magnus, he choked, he’s so mad but he won’t
give up that easy, no, he won’t have it, he knows
his whole back’s to this pins, it don’t matter, he’s dope
he knows that but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant, he knows
when he goes back to his morphy mode, that’s when it’s…
back to the board again yo, this whole tournament
better go capture en passant and hope it don’t pass him

[chorus]
you better lose yourself in the grünfeld
the moment, you own it, you better never let it go
you only get one p-wn, do not miss your chance to fork
this opportunity comes once in a chess game
you better lose yourself in the grünfeld
the moment, you own it, you better never let it go
you only get one p-wn, do not miss your chance to fork
this opportunity comes once in a chess game
[verse 2]
his p-wn’s escaping through this file that is gaping
the game is mine for the taking, make me king
as we move toward a endgame order
a normal game is boring; but super gms
close to post mortem, only grows harder
only grows hotter, he flags, it’s all over
these ims is all on him, coast to coast games
he’s known as the globetrotter, lonely roads
god only knows, it ain’t easy at home, he’s so sleepless
he goes home and barely knows his own pieces
hold your nose, ’cause there goes the d-mn thesis
tourneys don’t want him no mo’, they stopped reaching
they moved on to the next schmo who drew
he nose dove and bong clouded, so the chess game
it is told and untold, i suppose it’s old naka
but the beat goes on: dada dum, da dum, da da

[chorus]
you better lose yourself in the grünfeld
the moment, you own it, you better never let it go
you only get one p-wn, do not miss your chance to fork
this opportunity comes once in a chess game
you better lose yourself in the grünfeld
the moment, you own it, you better never let it go
you only get one p-wn, do not miss your chance to fork
this opportunity comes once in a chess game
[verse 3]
no more games, i’ma change what you call mate
throw this motherf-ckin’ board off like two dogs caged
i was playin’ in the openin’, the mood all changed
i’ve been flagged and walked over and thrown off stage
but i kept playin’ and stepped right in the next cypher
best believe somebody’s payin’ the pied piper
all the pain inside amplified by the
fact that i can’t get by with my nine-to-
five and i can’t provide the right type of life for my queen
’cause man these godd-mn food stamps don’t buy chessboards
and it’s no movie, there’s no magnus carlsen, this is my life
and these times are so hard, and it’s getting even harder
tryna feed and learn my openings, t–ter totter
i’m caught in between being a player and a f-cking bongclouder
baby mama drama, screamin’ on her, too much for me to wanna
stay in one game, another day of monotony’s
gotten me to the point i’m like a snail, i’ve got
to formulate a plot or end up flagged or lost
winning is my only motherf-ckin’ option-losing’s not
chess, i love you, but these cheaters have got
to go; someone tell stockfish i can’t be topped
so here i go, it’s my game: hands, fail me not
this may be the only opportunity that i got

- young elo

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