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)