Next Up (Black Knights)

Yeah, yeah yeah once again The Black Knights is back The Rugged Monk is back Yo, I'm from the Black Knights I only spit Black Knightful exciteful I slow bob up the street with a stick and rifle My tight flow unlike no other nigga on the list patented high-pitch, on that like a switch Never ran, switch snitch turned bitch on my click Talk shit 'cuz I can back it sneakin' with a ratchet Uncontrolled, unorthodox Always catch me on the block shootin' dice, sellin bags spittin' gang bangin' tracks Slow-mo', 'cuz I took two drags off a stick Bang that Black Knights shit Straight off the top we the hottest shit off the block Connect with some vet's now we settin' up shop Push through the hood, blue SS Chrome I rocks, hood-tap Park, brake, pancake A free-wheel motion off a fire-water potion down the strip, we steady floatin' Black Knights, West Coast Killa Killa Beez Pump yo' brakes and check yo' anti-freeze When you step to emcees like these from the West Coast, test most and we'll leave your body afloat Yo, Next Up (Dawg I believe that's me) Light up the mic like a Wu Killa Bee When Doc Doom brings it, it's strictly raw Fuck what you heard us all, my murder call murders all you rap fraud neanderthals with one line Better hope your rhymes can't compete with mine cuz I'm that nigga you dont wanna see that rhymin' crime god So what up, beef wit' Black Knights'll get you lit up Five shots to the stomach'll leave your belly ripped up like sit-ups, fuck ho's to get-ups, rock shows for G-cuts Supreme Clientele tryin' to Re-Up like Ghost We got a gang of niggas on post The Killa Bee Gang, we bang from the East to West Coast We deep, swarmin' through your party with heat Ready to mash and blast the first motherfuckers with beef Black Knights... Black Knights.. Black Knights... Y'all niggas tore that shit up Black Knight style, it's my time now Niggas ain't got what it takes Make no mistakes in my circumfrence Shatter your nonsense, my dominance'll crush ya confidence I promise it, be the day of your life Black Knights sacrifice mics, yeah we murder on site Emcees get blown to debris for steppin to a Killa Bee You fake niggas be killin' me, frontin' like you ain't feelin' me It's all good (All good), because my shit is hood anyways Eat you up anyday, show you how the inner-city play In Killa Cal, we nice with chrome gun a microphone Enter the sniper zone and watch your mind get blown physically and mentally, lyrically and literally All I know is seriously you niggas couldn't get with me on your best day or my worst day I'm takin' first play, every event in the cut Heavily bent, heavenly sent for every dime-piece lookin' for dick The one and only, Sharpshooter dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely Crisis, dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely (Sharpshooter dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely)