Pacific Chess (Rap Verse) We’re about to run the Pacific, feelin’ so ballistic, Traded up the roster, now the squad lookin’ mystic. Let go a dude with a retina detached, He was made of glass, always finding a patch. In came Luka, superstar lights glow, Primetime beast—yeah, you already know. Draft night, movin’ up, playin’ for the stakes, Copped Adou Thiero, got that athletic grace. Signed a two-way sniper, call him LaRavioli, Three and D white guy, keep the game holy. Linked up with Reaves, got a bromance in the zone, Rob the Pelinka makin’ business on the phone. Bought out, worked out, Deandre the DA, Pelinka playin’ chess, best believe what I say. Out with A.D., in with D.A., Sunset cruise, new moves every day. Resigned Sideshow Bob, got the backup locked, Offseason crazy, whole Pacific shocked. Last year’s pick, the white boy shooter, Lost his shot, now the fans get ruder. Scoutin’ every buyout, every free agent— Gimme that minimum, let’s make a statement. Wild times, dreamin’ big, nothin’ timid, It’s crazy in the Pacific—let’s get it, we in it!
