Almighty Black Knights (Black Knights)

Yeah, yeah, Six came with a hot ass track The Black Knights is mothafuckin' back Close that mothafuckin' door We don't wanna hear no echoes Hell no, blaze that weed up This mothafuckin' shit is about to let loose Ah yea, blaze that shit We from the city of the Queen Mary and the Spruce Moose Long Beach to Compton, niggas is on these Street smart, strong darts Come from the heart, can't fall apart Slacked off and now it's time to show the real value of the Rugged Monk Fuck y'all marks, my niggas thug it up Wu-Wear and chucks, the Knights, we just don't give a fuck Criticize about this and that, Black Knights done Pillaged that Fuck that, keep the shit real, y'all niggas love my raps Not just that, the style, the Knights got ya actin' wild Demolishin' styles, watch Monk rock the crowd All killas, we gang members and rap niggas With black Tecs, pull more cards and pull spreads With killa instincts, peep my rugged technique I, slay MC's if you wanna battle in these streets On beat or raw beat, I gotta keep it complete You can't fuck with my crew, what ya, thought I was weak? Feel the effect, Black Knights live on the set Protect Ya Neck before you be the first one to get swept Let 'em know, it's the. It's the Black Knights, Almighty Black Knights There's no beginnin' and there is no end Fuckin' with us, you don't have no wins Fuck this is my groove The Knights hold mic's like black gats So MC's hold ya money stack, heard ya funny raps Got ya tape, got my money back, the shit ya spit is wack, black Black Knights, we don't deal with that Killa Bees attack from the West, now can you fuck with that? Hell no, that's like a mountain compared to a pebble Ya stale flows'll never be able to match the levels That I'm on, you silly rap niggas gotta be head-strong Battlin' me is like tryin' to run when the infrared's on And I won't miss, so you can just kiss that ass bye-bye You silly fucks should've learned to duck when I let lead fly Doc Doom the dangerous, straight from Los Angeles You can't hang with the Swatch gang, so bang to this And ride dry to this, plug you like appliances Real street scientists adapt to all environments Heat firin', got big niggas perspirin' Slugs slap ya dome, put ya in gangsta retirement A black living museum (muhahahaha), after dark we're plenty Five copper pennies, Holocaust the Minnie Matinee theme where music meets film A suitcase bomb, apple crisps and tarts Peak lemon pie, bullets in a basket In a lonely place, Last of the Mohicans Navaho Geronimo, exquisition a scarecrow Thin red line, red corners and hallways California stallion towards the light berzerk Loud dirty work, fingers walk up a skirt One-eyed Cactus Jack, sketch artist Long palmagranit, pirate gun slinger Created from the pieces of different Gargoyles Pico one, the last home run A town called Buffalo Jum is where it landed Murder single-handed, ice planets, the bandits The West Coast Killa Bees is too strong And Wu-Tang Clan money is too long It's too long.