RZA, Ms. Roxy, Black Knights - Throw Your Flag Up lyrics
[RZA, Ms. Roxy, Black Knights - Throw Your Flag Up lyrics]
Eh yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that Glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up
And North Star from down in the Westside
Nah mean? 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 bOODOODOO
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
(BOODOODOO darkness
You know? Must come to light)
Eh yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only
Guaranteed
I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me
To nothing else, untraceable
Like a stealth bomber on your radar
There they are, take a look
Yo I spit the uncontainable
Highly flammable, unexplainable
Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho
Show you how the game should go
So you lames can know
Black Knights equals nothing but dope
So what you working with?
You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit
Spitting 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
Holding it down, I spit for the meak
We holding 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 (thinks not) , it's impossible
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 Melchizedeck, dissect it
Up in the project life
The street's be hectic
The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
Shouldn't'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 shottys spray tear through flesh
Bone, 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
Sip on wheat grass and build
Up like a male ox
If you love for the Glock
+Throw Your Flag Up+
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, I might tie the rag up
All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO 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 home-run
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
Kenwoods, 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' beat
Speak 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, Bobby digi, Digi, Digi
What up God? You got that Glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up
And North Star from down in the Westside
Nah mean? 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 bOODOODOO
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
(BOODOODOO darkness
You know? Must come to light)
Eh yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only
Guaranteed
I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me
To nothing else, untraceable
Like a stealth bomber on your radar
There they are, take a look
Yo I spit the uncontainable
Highly flammable, unexplainable
Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho
Show you how the game should go
So you lames can know
Black Knights equals nothing but dope
So what you working with?
You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit
Spitting 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
Holding it down, I spit for the meak
We holding 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 (thinks not) , it's impossible
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 Melchizedeck, dissect it
Up in the project life
The street's be hectic
The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
Shouldn't'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 shottys spray tear through flesh
Bone, 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
Sip on wheat grass and build
Up like a male ox
If you love for the Glock
+Throw Your Flag Up+
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, I might tie the rag up
All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO 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 home-run
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
Kenwoods, 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' beat
Speak 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, Bobby digi, Digi, Digi