[Intro: RZA]

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

{​*beat kicks in*}​

BOODOODOO..

[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {​Ms. Roxy}​]

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)

[Verse 1: Crisis (RZA)]

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 {​*echoes*}​

[Break: RZA]

If you live for the blood, Throw Your Flag Up

If you got the love in your heart, Throw Your Flag Up

[Verse 2: RZA]

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

[Break: RZA (Monk)]

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+)

[Verse 3: Monk]

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+

[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]

Digital, Digital, Digital..

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..

Digi, Digi, Digi..