[Verse 1]

Chessmonster, wild as Charles Bronson

Fresh from the valleys of hell and half conscious

Fire in the bellies of sin

Warped minds of a maniac, writes with the poisonous ink

Sitting looking how this rap thing changed

Now they wanna rap gangster, never even seen cocaine

You've let Scarface into your mind

You're not thugging

Real ain't hard to define

You're not thugging

Listen up cousin, it's me; Big C-H-E

Double S, M-O-N-S-T

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

So, what

[Verse 2]

They wanna fill my socks with propaganda

In the chip shop where I clocked salamander

Slap fake rappers in turn as indication

Step to the stage and I'll burn your invitation

New cats look at my term

I've been around for a while, and I ain't never see a crook with a perm

Me and weed's like a book and worm

Stay close to the kerb

Spit fire, then I look at you burn

I'm gone

(Gone, gone)

Rap Manson, watching the protocol

That's me, them bars hit Gorilla-Man

I was real when B-Real could kill a man

Bringing multiple cutthroats and kilograms

Rap genie, see me than I disappear

Sicker than the (chop, chop) brare with the missing ears

Fed your girl them Es

I'm surrounded by landmines, for real, blud

You don't want to step to these

Just listen to mine

The C-H-E

Double S, M-O-N-S-T

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

And (yuh!)

[Verse 3]

On the mic as wild as young Billy

Me I burn pipes and itals, fuck phillies

I'm backwards, dirty white face in a black hood

Rough-gritty, I was raised where they snatch goods

I remember the punks with mohicans

Sniffing up the glue on the blocks the whole evening

Suddenly the roughnecks came to start eating

I was in the square with bars, my heart beating

This rap thing took the biggest part of me then

Impartially a half of me has been a part of my pen

After me, halve of them have started barking again

And part of me'll start a trend and say it's hard to defend

So please, shoot some breeze

The C-H-E

Double S, M-O-N-S-T

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

And (yuh!)

[Verse 4]

In the street with stars and rap ninjas

Lost in this shield of steel, the Batfinkers

Grand slam, banging on my chest like Tarzan

Barsman, and a marksman with a fast hand

Never carry no gun

I'm not thugging

Listen up cousin, you're bugging

The way you're fucking with these

Not loving, and you will get a clubbing

Please, no more breeze

All love in the game

A little time and I've sewn more seeds

More police, more guns

But there's no more weed

So, please, grow them trees

The C-H-E

Double S, M-O-N-S-T

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

[Chorus]

Please, grow them trees

The C-H-E

Double S, M-O-N-S-T

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

E-R, We are

Just about to be

In the presence of the finest from '93

And (yuh!)

[Outro]

("Lost deep within in the soul of all mankind

There is a hidden cauldron of terror

Fed

By the flames of madness")