[Verse 1: Rugged Monk
In the battlefields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate
*****s get sniped, watch me annihilate
The Gods got me eating off of fine dinner plates
With this rap shit, told me don't procrastinate
West Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick
Spit the written like scripts
Notebook fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target
Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit
Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math
You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advanced
[Verse 2: Crisis
Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracy
Blasting rapidly, if those attacking me are after me
You'll never capture me, it's sad to see *****s testing me
You'll meet your destiny can't get next to me
The best of me you know the recipe
The cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smoke
Have you gasping for oxygen
Then pops you with the Glocks again
Drop 'em in with the street life, the street type
We snipe, artificial *****s under street lights
Street fights transform into war with firearms
****** storms *****s start to swarm like the riots on
Dying on the same blocks where they exchange rocks
And hang cops, flame Glocks
Year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in these city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the dark side
[Break
Black Knights
Yo,yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 3: Doc Doom
The microphone magnificent burning hot like syphilis
Hit your district from distances, bombing, leave no witnesses
The street division kid from the home of the wasteland
Style's bionic, sound blow holes through your ba*****t
Face it for the Black Knights there's no replacement
You're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste it
These ancient rhymes are lethal
When manifested bring the wrath of bloody vengeance
To suckers that second guessed it
Confess it I got the type flows that'll make you stagger
Came out my mother's womb with a blunt and bloody dagger
From day one I knew that I'll be on some old live shit
Do or die shit, ready to ride slug slide shit
[Verse 4: Christbearer
The oddity prodigy
The cosmos commodity, knowledge guides equality
A whiff while I myth and I sniff off a E&J fifth and a spliff
The proton neutron, salad with the crouton dipping in the Yukon
Supernova yoga, dosia, ambrosia, crane and cobra
The yell for help and the stealth with the knowledge of self
Like no one else, the global yodel
From the noble none of my *****s local