as a pawn i'm afraid i can't take
a king or queen's place in the ranks of this chess game
but i'm sick of feeling small and enslaved
so who's ready? we got next, it's on like let's play
with our new-found confidence we could just
lay low long and still win
and let the villains fall on their wrecked face
they're making all the wrong moves.

ay, let me explain:
for their opening our enemy has only seen what they need from us,
namely work, they feed us just to keep us going like robotics, like we're oxen and the carrot is a wad of cash.
they lost their castle once already, man.
so when they switch their rook and king they're looking thin, all that's left to guard the crown is some pawns like us,
think about it:
all the times they sent the knights into our houses we studied them motherfuckers and learned about 'em.
i'm down to get 'em now if you with me.
the fists in this building
could flip the script quick
like a death mid-filming.
i stress our strength and brilliance
we got this game locked
call me kasparov
i'm casting off this ship
cause it's sinking, this is silly, kid
all we really need to win is get their king,
we got millions of moves left
but the clock's getting late
we need to stop this game in the next phase
we gon have to make some sacrifices,
fighting on behalf of lightness,
black's attacking our queen,
we'll have to pick the best space
and it'd be awesome just to spectate
our breathtaking grace when we say
checkmate

let's rearrange
our avatars and take our saddles off
we've spent too long in this dungeon of a cattle car
shackled to a sagging bar
locked in a stockyard
born to die scraping off rust from the rotten walls
let's invent something powerful, unique, new, healthy, smart, compassionate,
incredible,



sending astronauts to mars