Tonalidad: C major
Verse 1
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[Intro: RZA]
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Eh- yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got
that glock cleaned?
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Soaked those bullets in oil?
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So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
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and North Star from down in
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the Westside
KnowwhatImean?
Eh- yo, they gon' come and blast
YouknowImean?
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Think we don't need no
Shaolin cats for the job
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Take it to the Wild
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
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[Intro Pt. II: Crisis
(RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
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The one and only..
sharpshooter..
(Spark these niggas my nigga)
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Yo I speak to be heard {Digital}
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The truth shall set you
free {Digital}
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(Set them niggas free God)
You in a Chamber,
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in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
(BOODOODOO.. Darkness,
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you know? Must come to light)
[Crisis (RZA)]
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Eh- yo, it's the sharpshooter
One and only, guaranteed,
I ain't trippin'
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Yo it ain't no comparin'
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me to nuttin' else
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like a stealth bomber on your radar
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There they are,
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take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable
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Highly flammable,
unexplainable, Game Pro
Crisis show you how to tame a hoe,
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show you how the game should go
So you lames can know,
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Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope
Am
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So what you workin' wit? You bitch
niggas ain't hurtin' shit
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Spittin' commercial shit,
we rhyme for different purposes
I spit for the cause,
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you spit for the broads
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I spit for the streets,
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you spit for the geeks
I spit for North Long Beach and
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all of my peeps
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Holdin' it down,
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I spit for the meak
We holdin' the crown,
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you savage niggas had your chance
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So now it's on us, it's just us,
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you get your bones crushed
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You got against us, resist us?
I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible
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{*echoes*}
[Break: RZA]
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If you live for the blood,
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+Throw Your Flag Up+
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If you got the love in your heart,
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+Throw Your Flag Up+
[RZA]
Rollie Fingers in the back,
son rolled the bag up
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Street had the pen and the pad,
he threw a tag up
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Uncooked beef in the street,
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they tagged the rag up
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Goldie got the clip from the
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closet and filled the gat up
Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
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Let the dogs out the basement,
pulled the rap up
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Somehow the Brown cats
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about to get clapped up
Pussy high nigga off coke tried
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to act up
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Against the world's greatest mind,
Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-
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block or a fifty- two
My young son Big Un don't
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fuck with Patty Cake
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Bound to walk through the woods barefoot,
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choke a rattlesnake
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While his brother Mel ???, dissect it
Up in the project life,
the street's be hectic
The gun burst,
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son shot his tongue first
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Should've shot his tongue first,
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should've shot the gun first
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Now chew on the Sunburst,
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bitch, it's Bobby's day
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Lyrics for the out, click click,
like shotti's spray
Tear through flesh bone, get
lodged
up in your ass cheek
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'cause you came talkin' that
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same bullshit last week
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Fuckin' cokehead nigga,
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what? Your brain numb?
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I used to wonder where these
pussy- clats came from
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Up in the thirty- six cell
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block I Shadowbox
Ship on weed grass and build up
[Break: RZA (Monk)]
If you love for the
glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+
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If you got love for the Gods,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live from the heart,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
Don't cause the beef,
Am
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I might tie the rag up
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All my Digihead niggas,
roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO.. and
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+Throw Your Flag Up+
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(If you come from Long Beach,
+Throw Your Flag Up+
If you come from Compton,
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throw your rag up
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If you come from the West then
throw your hood up
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If you come from the block then
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+Throw Your Flag Up+)
[Monk]
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I spit the flavor for the ear,
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shit for the street
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Rollin' in the cutty about
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five niggas deep
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One SK, two Tec- 9's and two sticks
Ready to trip on these fools
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around my way poppin' shit
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Like the Black Knights don't air
them things out
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Knuckle up in the spot
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'til someone get drops
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Stomped, get passed out
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Passed out off a pint of that pah,
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ready to mic brawl
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Clean sweep, took the first pitch,
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knocked the homerun
Black Knights known to grab
mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto,
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the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'
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Like you ain't heard this high pitch
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through your twelve- inch
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Don't care which Alpines,
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I keep those six- by- nines thumpin'
+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny,
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I laced it with the Rugged recipe
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You know my technique on a Ra' beat
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Speak the Digi slurred speech but
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aggressive with the mic
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On mine, it's strictly Black Knights
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Steal the spotlight,
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show niggas how to rock mics
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the right way, spit like a K, M- o- n- k
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The conqueror, smash your sponsor
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Learn the lesson from the Black Knight
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lethal +Silent Weapon+
[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]
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Digital, Digital, Digital..
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..
Outro 1
Digi, Digi, Digi..
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