Knighthood

Niggas ain’t a challenge Black- The flow is self explanatory Respect is mandatory I’m in my own category Scientist in a laboratory Hip-hop carnivore Black Knights you know the story Since we lost Doc Doom the game ain’t got nothing for me Most of these niggas bore me The rest of these niggas corny Keep it real, they suck like hood-rats that are hot and horny Niggas should be ashamed they way they poisoned the game Multiple wane the strain so they sell for a name [?] That’s a lame exchange I still smash like its nothing my bars cause concussions carve you up like a pumpkin Born of corruption handle business no discussion I’ll be busting like assault rifles you sounding like a musket Crisis Tha Sharpshooter I’m the one they must get to breathe some life to the game the game my nigga trust it. Crush it. No gimmicks cowards wanna copy us it hard cause criminals ruin society I seen (One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall I spied all the boys as playing with the ball My own true love was the flower of them all He's young, but he's daily growing) You are not in Iraq and we ain’t talking March Madness We the best of the best we at the top of the ballot You niggas ain’t a challenge Black Knights is pure chalice Spit bars so hard theres no way you can doubt it Or deny the rhyme skill we on a whole other level You ain’t live the lifestyle I’m a child of the ghetto Play with heavy metal slugs bend you up like a pretzel Yeah we from the streets but we still intellectual Game changers, game bangers yeah hood superstars go hard on the beat like Trickfinger with guitars By far The Killa Beez is out of your league [?] Pump your breaks, check your antifreeze when you step up to Rugged and Sharpshooter strictly Knights or nothing Niggas be frotin’ perpetrating like its nothing my bars rattle you up and cause a slight concussion (The trees they grow high The leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young But he's daily growing) Don’t toot my own horn but I will if I have to Jack of all trades teach or train I will couch you Home or abroad my surrounding I adopt to Penner of the dome [?] you take notes to Started off young so a lot of shit is old to me New cats is cool but your music don’t inspire me Party tracks are cool, but I’m in tune with reality Sun, moon and starts your not a star in the galaxy Your a flashlight running on low batteries My scrolls is etched in stone gotta clone in the legacy Pen glide across the paper thoughts of great debaters Raiders of the Lost Arc Mike Gladiator Every boy is a man before he kicks the can Who creates the fate who employs the plan The pendulum swings from a prince to a king And in the ghetto we develop TG to a G (At the age of fourteen, he was a married man At the age of fifteen, the father of a son At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green And death had put an end to his growing)