The En Passant King

**Title: "The En Passant King"** *(Verse 1)* In the heart of Memphis, where the shadows play, There’s a legend told ‘bout a man who slays. With a mind like a blade and a heart of stone, NM Graham sits upon his throne. In the chess club halls where the masters tread, He’s a name that’s whispered, a force to dread. But it ain’t no rook or knight that makes him grand, It’s the secret move they don’t understand. *(Chorus)* He’s the En Passant King, in the heat of the fight, One step to the left, and you’re out of sight. With a flick of his wrist, he’ll take your pawn, Before you know it, your game is gone. Yeah, the En Passant King, with a fire in his eyes, In the land of the board, he’s the one who flies. No piece is safe, no queen can stand, Against the power of his hidden hand. *(Verse 2)* The knights are circling, the bishops cry, The kings are cornered, their time to die. But Graham just smiles, with a knowing glance, He’s waiting for the moment, for his secret dance. The clock is ticking, the pressure’s high, But he’s cool as ice, with a steady eye. And when the pawn comes sneaking by his side, He strikes with a move that cannot be denied. *(Chorus)* He’s the En Passant King, in the heat of the fight, One step to the left, and you’re out of sight. With a flick of his wrist, he’ll take your pawn, Before you know it, your game is gone. Yeah, the En Passant King, with a fire in his eyes, In the land of the board, he’s the one who flies. No piece is safe, no queen can stand, Against the power of his hidden hand. *(Bridge)* In the final hour, when the stakes are high, You think you’ve got him, but it’s all a lie. He’ll slip right by you, with a ghostly glide, And leave you wondering how you lost your pride. He’s the master of the silent strike, In the battle of minds, he’s the one you like. But beware the move that you can’t foresee, For the En Passant King will bring you to your knees. *(Chorus)* He’s the En Passant King, in the heat of the fight, One step to the left, and you’re out of sight. With a flick of his wrist, he’ll take your pawn, Before you know it, your game is gone. Yeah, the En Passant King, with a fire in his eyes, In the land of the board, he’s the one who flies. No piece is safe, no queen can stand, Against the power of his hidden hand. *(Outro)* So if you find yourself at the Memphis Chess Club, And you’re facing Graham, don’t get caught in the hub. For in the blink of an eye, your victory’s gone, All thanks to the King of En Passant.