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RZA lyrics : "Throw Your Flag Up"

[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that glock cleaned?

Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
and North Star from down in the Westside

KnowwhatImean?
Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this %#@! 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 ^!$$%s my ^!$$%)

Yo I speak to be heard {Digital}
The truth shall set you free {Digital}
(Set them ^!$$%s free God)

You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)


[Crisis (RZA)]
Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter
One and only, guarenteed, I ain't trippin'

Yo it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' 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 hoe, show you how the game should go
So you lames can know, Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope

So what you workin' wit? You (*##$ ^!$$%s ain't hurtin' %#@!
Spittin' commercial %#@!, 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
Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak

We holdin' the crown, you savage ^!$$%s 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+


[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 ba!@&(t, pulled the rap up
Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up
#~!!@ high ^!$$% off !@%!e 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 $#&@ with Patty Cake

Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake
While his brother Mel ???, dissect it
Up in the project life, the street's be hectic

The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first
Now chew on the Sunburst, (*##$, it's Bobby's day

Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray
Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your $$# cheek
Cuz you came talkin' that same bull%#@! last week

$#&@in' !@%!ehead ^!$$%, what? Your brain numb?
I used to wonder where these #~!!@-clats came from
Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox

Ship on weed 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 ^!$$%s, 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+)


[Monk]
I spit the flavor for the ear, %#@! for the streets
Rollin' in the cutty about five ^!$$%s deep
One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks

Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' %#@!
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 homerun
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
Don't care which 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 ^!$$%s 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.

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