| [00:00.144][Verse 1: Rugged Monk] |
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In the battlefields mics collide like sword fights |
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Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight |
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Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate |
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*****s get sniped, watch me annihilate |
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The Gods got me eating off of fine dinner plates |
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With this rap shit, told me don't procrastinate |
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West Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick |
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Spit the written like scripts |
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Notebook fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target |
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Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit |
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Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math |
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You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advanced |
| [00:41.313][Verse 2: Crisis] |
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Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracy |
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Blasting rapidly, if those attacking me are after me |
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You'll never capture me, it's sad to see *****s testing me |
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You'll meet your destiny can't get next to me |
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The best of me you know the recipe |
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The cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smoke |
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Have you gasping for oxygen |
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Then pops you with the Glocks again |
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Drop 'em in with the street life, the street type |
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We snipe, artificial *****s under street lights |
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Street fights transform into war with firearms |
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****** storms *****s start to swarm like the riots on |
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Dying on the same blocks where they exchange rocks |
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And hang cops, flame Glocks |
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Year after year up in the same spot |
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Total madness synergy in these city streets |
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Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the dark side |
| [01:17.440][Break] |
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Black Knights |
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Yo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo |
| [01:22.037][Verse 3: Doc Doom] |
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The microphone magnificent burning hot like syphilis |
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Hit your district from distances, bombing, leave no witnesses |
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The street division kid from the home of the wasteland |
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Style's bionic, sound blow holes through your ba*****t |
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Face it for the Black Knights there's no replacement |
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You're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste it |
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These ancient rhymes are lethal |
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When manifested bring the wrath of bloody vengeance |
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To suckers that second guessed it |
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Confess it I got the type flows that'll make you stagger |
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Came out my mother's womb with a blunt and bloody dagger |
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From day one I knew that I'll be on some old live shit |
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Do or die shit, ready to ride slug slide shit |
| [01:53.593][Verse 4: Christbearer] |
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The oddity prodigy |
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The cosmos commodity, knowledge guides equality |
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A whiff while I myth and I sniff off a E&J fifth and a spliff |
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The proton neutron, salad with the crouton dipping in the Yukon |
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Supernova yoga, dosia, ambrosia, crane and cobra |
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The yell for help and the stealth with the knowledge of self |
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Like no one else, the global yodel |
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From the noble none of my *****s local |
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