Intro: Doc Doom]
Yeah, yeah, Crisis the Sharpshooter
Black Knights, West Coast Wu-Tang Killa Bee Gang

Bob Digital, yeah, we going head hunting
Ahh, yo, the swag, ^!$$%, yeah, yeah, check it


[Chorus 2X: Thea Van Seijen]
Raise your flag in the sky
Killa Beez til you die


[Doc Doom]
I flip flows, do shows, change hoes like new clothes

Flip bricks and count chips, pour licks and do lows
Shoot dice, late night, chase liquor with more liquor
We go getters, roll wit a team of cold hitters

Weed splitters, talk %#@!, up goes the zipper
Body bag, toe tagging, but now who gets the picture?
We don't play that, dumb $#&@, young buck, you numb nut

Dump trucks, get swiss cheesed the $#&@ up
For talking that %#@!, and not walking that %#@!
I get the, barking at clip, like a marksman that flip

It's like a death wish for you to step to this, mic !@#^yst
Dismantle %#@! with tombs of doom like mad pianolists
The best in this, whole rap game, no need to search no more

The Black Knights'll turn any session into a murder show
Murder flow, rap combat lyrics of fury
My rap's too sick, you can't cure me


[Rugged Monk]
RZA $#&@ed up, gave me a beat, I can really touch

I'm too much, 36 styles, a Rugged Cobra Clutch
Black Knights, ^!$$%, that's what's up, don't get it twisted
Speak specific ^!$$%, straight to the point

Tearing grissles, from the pistols and lift it, feel the straight hollow points
But that's nothing, you fronting, if you ever say you serving ma
A nubian possession, feel bad, come and test it

And guess it, been blessed with the essence of 120 Lessons
So I think at a speed, that'll seek the slow of fog
All that talk you been doing gon' get you outlined in chalk

Starting something you can't finish, when your heart ain't really in it
You don't really want it, speaking my name, that ain't the business
I'm cold vicious with the word, like marksmen with the AK

Feed off the hate, and all that bull%#@! he say she say
Knock it off, kill the noise, you don't wanna see my boys
Coming in them Tonka trucks, letting off the big toys


[Chorus 2X]


[RZA]
Holy jeez, yo, it's me, I stole the golden fleece
Under nose of police, I smile with golden teeth

Keep packs of Digi Snacks in an unknown address
A remote location, can't be found on your MapQuest
House of Flying Daggers, New York walkin' swagger

(*##$, you taking a fall like Niagara
I write til my pencil tip break, my penmanship is equipped
To say, mutha$#&@ the censorship

Holy moly, shorty on my wrist lilke a role'
Keep cheese stuffed in my pocket like a fat ravioli
The rhyme doctor hover the city, in the helicopter

Lyrics start to scroll in my brain like a teleprompter
Making paper, making babies, bza Bobby
Making (*##$es into ladies, bza Bobby

Make her suck a dick and die, forty five lick the sky
Fool don't let this %#@! fly, split right between your eye
Hunt them like that little split slit in between your thighs

Sitting on my nine apple head, (*##$, let it ride
Hickory dickory, block ^!$$%s is slippery
Glock stuffed down my sock, it's secures the victory

Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
So gritty, roll wit the Killa Bee committee


[Chorus 2X]