Throw Your Flag Up Lyrics
| Song | Throw Your Flag Up |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Digital Bullet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bennett, Diggs, Rose | |
| Eh-yo, Kinetic | |
| What up God? | |
| You got that glock cleaned? | |
| Soaked those bullets in oil? | |
| So yo, I'ma call the | |
| Black Knights up | |
| And North | |
| Star from down in the | |
| WestsideKnowwhat | |
| Imean?Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over | |
| YouknowImean? | |
| Think we don't need no | |
| Shaolin cats for the job | |
| Take it to the wild wild west | |
| Boo doo doo | |
| Yeah(Come on, son) | |
| The one and only sharpshooter(Spark these niggas my nigga) | |
| Yo I speak to be heard(Digital) | |
| The truth shall set you free(Digital)(Set them niggas free God) | |
| You in a Chamber, in the | |
| Chamber(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)(Boo doo doo)(Darkness, you know? Must come to light) | |
| Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter | |
| One and only, guaranteed, | |
| I ain't trippin' | |
| Yo, it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else | |
| Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar | |
| There they are, take a look, yo, | |
| I spit the uncontainable | |
| Highly flammable, unexplainable, | |
| Game ProCrisis show you how to tame a hoe | |
| Show you how the game should go | |
| So you lames can know, | |
| Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope | |
| So what you workin' wit'? | |
| You bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit | |
| Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes | |
| I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads | |
| I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks | |
| I spit for | |
| North Long | |
| Beach and all of my peeps | |
| Holdin' it down, | |
| I spit for the meak | |
| We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance | |
| So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed | |
| You got against us, resist us? | |
| I thinks not, it's impossible(Thinks not) | |
| If you live for the blood | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got the love in your heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up | |
| Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up | |
| Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up | |
| Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up | |
| Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up | |
| Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up | |
| Somehow the | |
| Brown cats about to get clapped up | |
| Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up | |
| Against the world's greatest mind, | |
| Bob Digital | |
| Might throw a | |
| Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two | |
| My young son | |
| Big Un don't fuck with | |
| Patty Cake | |
| Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake | |
| While his brother | |
| Mel [unverified], dissect it | |
| Up in the project life, the street's be hectic | |
| The gun burst, son shot his tongue first | |
| Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first | |
| Now chew on the | |
| Sunburst, bitch, it's | |
| Bobby's day | |
| Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray | |
| Tear through flesh, get lodged up in your ass cheek' | |
| Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week | |
| Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? | |
| Your brain numb? | |
| I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from | |
| Up in the thirty-six cell block | |
| I Shadowbox | |
| Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox | |
| If you love for the glock | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got love for the | |
| GodsThrow your flag up | |
| If you live from the heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Don't cause the beef | |
| I might tie the rag up | |
| All my Digihead niggas | |
| Roll the bag up | |
| Boo doo doo doo | |
| And throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Long Beach | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Compton, throw your rag up | |
| If you come from the | |
| West then throw your hood up | |
| If you come from the block then | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets | |
| Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep | |
| One SK, two | |
| Tec-9's and two sticks | |
| Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit | |
| Like the Black | |
| Knights don't air them things out | |
| Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops | |
| Stomped, get passed out | |
| Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl | |
| Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun | |
| Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown | |
| You know motto, the | |
| Knights or | |
| Nuttin', so stop frontin' | |
| Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch | |
| Don't care which | |
| Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin' | |
| Jumpin', jumpin' like | |
| Destiny, I laced it with the | |
| Rugged recipe | |
| You know my technique on a | |
| Ra' beatSpeak the | |
| Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic | |
| On mine, it's strictly | |
| Black Knights | |
| Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics | |
| The right way, spit like a | |
| K, m o n k | |
| The conqueror, smash your sponsor | |
| Learn the lesson from the | |
| Black Knight, lethal | |
| Silent Weapon | |
| Digital, digital, digital | |
| Bobby, Bobby, | |
| BobbyDigi, digi, digi |
| zuo ci : Bennett, Diggs, Rose | |
| Ehyo, Kinetic | |
| What up God? | |
| You got that glock cleaned? | |
| Soaked those bullets in oil? | |
| So yo, I' ma call the | |
| Black Knights up | |
| And North | |
| Star from down in the | |
| WestsideKnowwhat | |
| Imean? Ehyo, they gon' come and blast this shit over | |
| YouknowImean? | |
| Think we don' t need no | |
| Shaolin cats for the job | |
| Take it to the wild wild west | |
| Boo doo doo | |
| Yeah Come on, son | |
| The one and only sharpshooter Spark these niggas my nigga | |
| Yo I speak to be heard Digital | |
| The truth shall set you free Digital Set them niggas free God | |
| You in a Chamber, in the | |
| Chamber Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Boo doo doo Darkness, you know? Must come to light | |
| Ehyo, it' s the sharpshooter | |
| One and only, guaranteed, | |
| I ain' t trippin' | |
| Yo, it ain' t no comparin' me to nuttin' else | |
| Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar | |
| There they are, take a look, yo, | |
| I spit the uncontainable | |
| Highly flammable, unexplainable, | |
| Game ProCrisis show you how to tame a hoe | |
| Show you how the game should go | |
| So you lames can know, | |
| Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope | |
| So what you workin' wit'? | |
| You bitch niggas ain' t hurtin' shit | |
| Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes | |
| I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads | |
| I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks | |
| I spit for | |
| North Long | |
| Beach and all of my peeps | |
| Holdin' it down, | |
| I spit for the meak | |
| We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance | |
| So now it' s on us, it' s just us, you get your bones crushed | |
| You got against us, resist us? | |
| I thinks not, it' s impossible Thinks not | |
| If you live for the blood | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got the love in your heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up | |
| Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up | |
| Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up | |
| Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up | |
| Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up | |
| Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up | |
| Somehow the | |
| Brown cats about to get clapped up | |
| Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up | |
| Against the world' s greatest mind, | |
| Bob Digital | |
| Might throw a | |
| Shaolin Handblock or a fiftytwo | |
| My young son | |
| Big Un don' t fuck with | |
| Patty Cake | |
| Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake | |
| While his brother | |
| Mel unverified, dissect it | |
| Up in the project life, the street' s be hectic | |
| The gun burst, son shot his tongue first | |
| Should' ve shot his tongue first, should' ve shot the gun first | |
| Now chew on the | |
| Sunburst, bitch, it' s | |
| Bobby' s day | |
| Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti' s spray | |
| Tear through flesh, get lodged up in your ass cheek' | |
| Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week | |
| Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? | |
| Your brain numb? | |
| I used to wonder where these pussyclats came from | |
| Up in the thirtysix cell block | |
| I Shadowbox | |
| Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox | |
| If you love for the glock | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got love for the | |
| GodsThrow your flag up | |
| If you live from the heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Don' t cause the beef | |
| I might tie the rag up | |
| All my Digihead niggas | |
| Roll the bag up | |
| Boo doo doo doo | |
| And throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Long Beach | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Compton, throw your rag up | |
| If you come from the | |
| West then throw your hood up | |
| If you come from the block then | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets | |
| Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep | |
| One SK, two | |
| Tec9' s and two sticks | |
| Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit | |
| Like the Black | |
| Knights don' t air them things out | |
| Knuckle up in the spot ' til someone get drops | |
| Stomped, get passed out | |
| Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl | |
| Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun | |
| Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown | |
| You know motto, the | |
| Knights or | |
| Nuttin', so stop frontin' | |
| Like you ain' t heard this high pitch through your twelveinch | |
| Don' t care which | |
| Alpines, I keep those sixbynines thumpin' | |
| Jumpin', jumpin' like | |
| Destiny, I laced it with the | |
| Rugged recipe | |
| You know my technique on a | |
| Ra' beatSpeak the | |
| Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic | |
| On mine, it' s strictly | |
| Black Knights | |
| Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics | |
| The right way, spit like a | |
| K, m o n k | |
| The conqueror, smash your sponsor | |
| Learn the lesson from the | |
| Black Knight, lethal | |
| Silent Weapon | |
| Digital, digital, digital | |
| Bobby, Bobby, | |
| BobbyDigi, digi, digi |
| zuò cí : Bennett, Diggs, Rose | |
| Ehyo, Kinetic | |
| What up God? | |
| You got that glock cleaned? | |
| Soaked those bullets in oil? | |
| So yo, I' ma call the | |
| Black Knights up | |
| And North | |
| Star from down in the | |
| WestsideKnowwhat | |
| Imean? Ehyo, they gon' come and blast this shit over | |
| YouknowImean? | |
| Think we don' t need no | |
| Shaolin cats for the job | |
| Take it to the wild wild west | |
| Boo doo doo | |
| Yeah Come on, son | |
| The one and only sharpshooter Spark these niggas my nigga | |
| Yo I speak to be heard Digital | |
| The truth shall set you free Digital Set them niggas free God | |
| You in a Chamber, in the | |
| Chamber Bobby, Bobby, Bobby Boo doo doo Darkness, you know? Must come to light | |
| Ehyo, it' s the sharpshooter | |
| One and only, guaranteed, | |
| I ain' t trippin' | |
| Yo, it ain' t no comparin' me to nuttin' else | |
| Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar | |
| There they are, take a look, yo, | |
| I spit the uncontainable | |
| Highly flammable, unexplainable, | |
| Game ProCrisis show you how to tame a hoe | |
| Show you how the game should go | |
| So you lames can know, | |
| Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope | |
| So what you workin' wit'? | |
| You bitch niggas ain' t hurtin' shit | |
| Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes | |
| I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads | |
| I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks | |
| I spit for | |
| North Long | |
| Beach and all of my peeps | |
| Holdin' it down, | |
| I spit for the meak | |
| We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance | |
| So now it' s on us, it' s just us, you get your bones crushed | |
| You got against us, resist us? | |
| I thinks not, it' s impossible Thinks not | |
| If you live for the blood | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got the love in your heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up | |
| Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up | |
| Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up | |
| Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up | |
| Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up | |
| Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up | |
| Somehow the | |
| Brown cats about to get clapped up | |
| Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up | |
| Against the world' s greatest mind, | |
| Bob Digital | |
| Might throw a | |
| Shaolin Handblock or a fiftytwo | |
| My young son | |
| Big Un don' t fuck with | |
| Patty Cake | |
| Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake | |
| While his brother | |
| Mel unverified, dissect it | |
| Up in the project life, the street' s be hectic | |
| The gun burst, son shot his tongue first | |
| Should' ve shot his tongue first, should' ve shot the gun first | |
| Now chew on the | |
| Sunburst, bitch, it' s | |
| Bobby' s day | |
| Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti' s spray | |
| Tear through flesh, get lodged up in your ass cheek' | |
| Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week | |
| Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? | |
| Your brain numb? | |
| I used to wonder where these pussyclats came from | |
| Up in the thirtysix cell block | |
| I Shadowbox | |
| Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox | |
| If you love for the glock | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you got love for the | |
| GodsThrow your flag up | |
| If you live from the heart | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| Don' t cause the beef | |
| I might tie the rag up | |
| All my Digihead niggas | |
| Roll the bag up | |
| Boo doo doo doo | |
| And throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Long Beach | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| If you come from | |
| Compton, throw your rag up | |
| If you come from the | |
| West then throw your hood up | |
| If you come from the block then | |
| Throw your flag up | |
| I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets | |
| Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep | |
| One SK, two | |
| Tec9' s and two sticks | |
| Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit | |
| Like the Black | |
| Knights don' t air them things out | |
| Knuckle up in the spot ' til someone get drops | |
| Stomped, get passed out | |
| Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl | |
| Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun | |
| Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown | |
| You know motto, the | |
| Knights or | |
| Nuttin', so stop frontin' | |
| Like you ain' t heard this high pitch through your twelveinch | |
| Don' t care which | |
| Alpines, I keep those sixbynines thumpin' | |
| Jumpin', jumpin' like | |
| Destiny, I laced it with the | |
| Rugged recipe | |
| You know my technique on a | |
| Ra' beatSpeak the | |
| Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic | |
| On mine, it' s strictly | |
| Black Knights | |
| Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics | |
| The right way, spit like a | |
| K, m o n k | |
| The conqueror, smash your sponsor | |
| Learn the lesson from the | |
| Black Knight, lethal | |
| Silent Weapon | |
| Digital, digital, digital | |
| Bobby, Bobby, | |
| BobbyDigi, digi, digi |
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