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RZA - Throw Your Flag Up lyrics
[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 shit 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 niggas my nigga) Yo I speak to be heard {Digital The truth shall set you free {Digital (Set them niggas 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 bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit Spittin' commercial shit, 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 niggas 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 basement, pulled the rap up Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up Pussy high nigga off coke 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 fuck 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, bitch, it's Bobby's day Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb? I used to wonder where these pussy-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 niggas, 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, shit for the streets Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit 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 niggas 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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