Yeah, yeah yeah once again
The Black Knights is back

The Rugged Monk is back



Yo, I'm from the Black Knights
I only spit Black Knightful exciteful
I slow bob up the street with a stick and rifle

My tight flow unlike no other ^!$$% on the list
patented high-pitch, on that like a switch
Never ran, switch snitch turned (*##$ on my click

Talk %#@! 'cuz I can back it
sneakin' with a ratchet
Uncontrolled, unorthodox

Always catch me on the block
shootin' dice, sellin bags
spittin' gang bangin' tracks

Slow-mo', 'cuz I took two drags off a stick
Bang that Black Knights %#@!
Straight off the top

we the hottest %#@! off the block
Connect with some vet's now we settin' up shop
Push through the hood, blue SS

Chrome I rocks, hood-tap
Park, brake, pancake
A free-wheel motion off a fire-water potion

down the strip, we steady floatin'
Black Knights, West Coast Killa Killa Beez
Pump yo' brakes and check yo' anti-freeze

When you step to emcees like these
from the West Coast, test most
and we'll leave your body afloat



Yo, Next Up

(Dawg I believe that's me)
Light up the mic like a Wu Killa Bee



When Doc Doom brings it, it's strictly raw
$#&@ what you heard us all, my murder call

murders all you rap fraud neanderthals with one line
Better hope your rhymes can't compete with mine
cuz I'm that ^!$$% you dont wanna see that rhymin' crime god

So what up, beef wit' Black Knights'll get you lit up

Five shots to the stomach'll leave your belly ripped up

like sit-ups, $#&@ ho's to get-ups, rock shows for G-cuts
Supreme Clientele tryin' to Re-Up like Ghost
We got a gang of ^!$$%s on post

The Killa Bee Gang, we bang from the East to West Coast
We deep, swarmin' through your party with heat
Ready to mash and blast the first mother$#&@ers with beef



Black Knights... Black Knights.. Black Knights...



Y'all ^!$$%s tore that %#@! up

Black Knight style, it's my time now



^!$$%s ain't got what it takes
Make no mistakes in my circumfrence
Shatter your nonsense, my dominance'll crush ya confidence

I promise it, be the day of your life
Black Knights sacrifice mics, yeah we murder on site
Emcees get blown to debris for steppin to a Killa Bee

You fake ^!$$%s be killin' me, frontin' like you ain't feelin' me
It's all good (All good), because my %#@! is hood anyways
Eat you up anyday, show you how the inner-city play

In Killa Cal, we nice with chrome gun a microphone
Enter the sniper zone and watch your mind get blown
physically and mentally, lyrically and literally

All I know is seriously you ^!$$%s couldn't get with me
on your best day or my worst day
I'm takin' first play, every event in the cut
Heavily bent, heavenly sent
for every dime-piece lookin' for dick

The one and only, Sharpshooter dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely
Crisis, dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely
(Sharpshooter dick 'em down and leave 'em lonely)