Black and White, The Duel for The Crown [Nordic Discord Challenge]

[Verse 1] Tyrone stands in white, Ivory and ice! (YO IVORY AND ICE) Checking the perimeter, He don't move twice. Across the floor (THE FLOOR?) Martin in the midnight ink, Eyeing the center. He don't even blink. (DAM) [Verse 2] Tyrone's got the bishops. Yeah, Martin's got the smoke, One wrong step! (WRONG STEP) And your kingdom is a joke. The board is trembling, Yo, the clock is a drum! Waiting for the moment (THE MOMENT) For the king to become. [Hook] WHO GOT THE CROWN? (I DO!) WHO HOLD THE GROUND? (I DO!) TYRONE ON THE ATTACK! MARTIN PUSHIN' BACK! Checkmate. (WHAT?!) Checkmate. (YEAH!) It’s a war on the wood! (OOH) And we’re playin’ for blood! (SAY WHAT?) [Verse 3] Tyrone’s losing knights He’s feeling the squeeze. (OH SQUEEZE) Martin’s queen is cutting, Through with effortless ease. Martin’s sweating black, (COME ON) Tyrone’s turning pale. A king without a castle, Is a king in a jail. (OH NO!) [Verse 4] But Tyrone finds a gap, A diagonal light. One last sacrifice in! (SACRIFICE) The heat of the night. Martin looks down, Oh, he sees the trap door. (THE DOOR) There’s no more room To run on this 64-floor. [Hook] WHO GOT THE CROWN? (I DO!) WHO HOLD THE GROUND? (I DO!) TYRONE ON THE ATTACK! MARTIN PUSHIN' BACK! Checkmate. (WHAT?!) Checkmate. (YEAH!) It’s a war on the wood! (OOH) And we’re playin’ for blood! (SAY WHAT?) [Outro] Game over, Martin. Tyrone still standing. (YEAH) One king remains. Check... mate. YEAH! (TYRONE MY KING)