Full Stop

[CHORUS – JAMAICAN PATOIS ONLY] Nah di best general weh mash up plan—nah. (Nah!) Nah di one weh cut wire, crash link—nah. (Nah!) Fool run at fort, buss head pon wall—fall. (Fall!) Real don? Him build plan fi di opp dem all. (All!) Make dem march pon di map weh mi draw—strap. (Strap!) Step fi step—dem swear a fi dem, but a trap. (Trap!) Write dem move, mi script dem path—ink black. (Black!) Checkmate clean—king lock, full stop. (Stop!) [VERSE 1 – US STREET SLANG] I don’t crash gates, I draft routes, blueprint the play, Got the block on mute while I move in the gray. They throw stones at the throne, I’m paving the way, Make the opps run drills that I wrote yesterday. Tag team with the silence, pressure on ten, Eyes on the cameras, I’m ghost on the lens. They be yelling, “We outside,”—cool, say when, By the time they step out, they in my pen. [PRE-CHORUS – US] Plant seeds in they heads, let the rumor go bloom, Every shortcut they take is a detour to doom. I ain’t breaking no walls, I be changing the room— Shift tables, place kings, make a checkmate soon. [CHORUS – JAMAICAN PATOIS ONLY] Nah di best general weh mash up plan—nah. (Nah!) Nah di one weh cut wire, crash link—nah. (Nah!) Fool run at fort, buss head pon wall—fall. (Fall!) Real don? Him build plan fi di opp dem all. (All!) Make dem march pon di map weh mi draw—strap. (Strap!) Step fi step—dem swear a fi dem, but a trap. (Trap!) Write dem move, mi script dem path—ink black. (Black!) Checkmate clean—king lock, full stop. (Stop!) [VERSE 2 – US STREET SLANG] Whole city like a board and I’m mapping the squares, Put a mirror in they path so they boxing with airs. I be whispering the chords while they think it’s a snare, Let ’em brag in the fog, I’m already up there. No sledge at the gate, I just pivot the hinge, Make a pawn feel royal, then erase all the fringe. When they count up wins, I be counting the hinge— How the door swing back? That’s the plot on the binge. [BRIDGE – US (WHISPERED / STACKED)] Head cold, hands steady—move light, talk less. If they rush to the wall, that’s a self-made mess. We don’t follow they path—we design they steps. Wrote the script in the dark, signed it “Say Less.” [FINAL CHORUS – JAMAICAN PATOIS ONLY, BIGGER] Nah di best general weh mash up plan—nah. (Nah!) Nah di one weh cut wire, crash link—nah. (Nah!) Fool run at fort, buss head pon wall—fall. (Fall!) Real don? Him build plan fi di opp dem all. (All!) Make dem march pon di map weh mi draw—strap. (Strap!) Step fi step—dem swear a fi dem, but a trap. (Trap!) Write dem move, mi script dem path—ink black. (Black!) Checkmate clean—king lock, full stop. (Stop!) [OUTRO – US AD-LIBS] (Playbook… step by step… checkmate… full stop…) @vardotsaava